Shanley hated confrontation. In fact she avoided it like the plague. If any sort of confrontation started to evolve around her she usually found an out quickly and ran as far as possible in the opposite direction. Jeremy and Carter had always fought with their parents and Shanley could remember locking herself in her bedroom and hiding under the bed with a pillow over her head until it was over. She just hated it. It worried her. It frightened her. And it didn't make sense.

So for her to say such a think to someone like Emilie was just asking for trouble. Sometimes though, like her brothers, Shanley could not keep her mouth shut. She may be incredibly quiet. She may hate confrontation. She may be nearly the complete opposite of her two older siblings but still, that didn't mean she didn't have her moments of insanity as well. Because that was what this was. To say something like that to an older student, to a Slytherin, to Emilie was a sure sign that she was going crazy.

Shanley didn't apologize though. In fact she felt as though she deserved an apology. She bit her lip though as Emilie stopped and and turned to face her. Alright, Emilie wasn't going to ignore her quip like she had hoped. Maybe if you weren't the size of a Quidditch Pitch I'd be able to make it through without hitting into you." Shanley oened her mouth to argue that but shut it. They both knew she wasn't fat. There was no point in denying something they both knew was true. Instead she let a scowl form on her features. "And if I was going to show anyone a bit of manners it wouldn't be a half-breed like you, Shanley."

Normally Shanley would have been hurt. She hated it when people brought up that she was a half-blood. But today was not a day for being hurt. Today she felt like fighting back for all the crap she had been dealt lately. "What did you say?" Shanley's voice was low and she marched right up to the older girl. "What did you call me?" Shanley yanked the older girls books out of her hands and threw them across the corridor. She heard angry voices of protest of her peers, some in which who, now noticing something was going on had stopped to watch. "What the hell did you call me!?" Shanley demanded.