Bender raised his eyebrows and smirked at the Gryffindor head girl. “You’d think I would’ve left an impression after all the trouble I’ve caused. But then again, you must be a very busy girl, sweets.” Bender smirked sarcastically and then bowed in mock politeness. “John Bender, Slytherin.” he said in his most charming voice and then smirked his infamous smirk. “And you are the precious Molly I’ve been hearing such a lot about, huh?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
Molly frowned, bristling at his tone, “Yes I am. Can’t say I’ve heard much about you. The ‘hell’ you’re raising must not be much hell if I haven’t heard of you.”
She turned back to Lucy and stroked her hair, “you sure know how to pick your friends Lucy,” she looked at Greta, “no offense.”
(Source: gracie-rosier)
“Oh.” Bender smirked. “Well, now they do.”
“Actually, I didn’t know anyone said that…”
frowned, bristling at his tone, “Yes I am. Can’t say I’ve heard much about you. The ‘hell’ you’re raising must not be...
Greta glared at Bender and started walking out of the Slytherin common room, hyperaware of how close behind her Bender...
