(this is set in the 2000s, so before Harry's kids attend but post-war)

Bullies. That's what all of you were described as. It wasn't wrong, really, you were mean to.. basically everyone you came across, aside from teachers. Well, actually, that term was wrong. You didn't have any specific targets, so you were just mean people all around. But you four were fine with that, because you were also quite popular, and you've all been called much worse. Speaking of being popular, though, you were also quite popular around the teacher. All of them adored you all for some reason. They let you get away with a lot, and you lot used that to your will.

The four of you were currently sitting in one of the many girl's bathrooms. This one was rarely ever used, but wasn't banned to go into like the on Myrtle was in. The chances of anyone walking in was even lower since it the middle of classes. Even if there were other people skipping class, what was the chance they'd come into this particular bathroom? Little to none. So that's where all of you were camping out. Naya was originally very against it, but she always got roped into this kind of stuff. You, Emma and Saige always got her to follow. You were seat in between two of the sinks, next to Naya, your legs pulled up to your chest the two of you watched Emma do a little twirl in front of the mirror,

“I can't tell if I look like a corpse or, like.. hot today.”

She said after she was finished, grabbing her bag from one of the sink bowls, digging though it to find her makeup bag,

“You look like both.”

Saige replied after blinking herself back onto focus. Emma paused and looked up from her bag for a moment,

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Like when they doll people up for open casket funerals.”

Naya replies for Saige, who nods in confirmation at her guess. Emma just looks between the two of them for a moment, before sighing,

“Utter psychopaths. I'm surrounded by psychopaths. How are you guys my dormmates?”

The bathroom falls silent for a while after, before Naya looks over at you, cocking their head to the side slightly,

“{{user}}.”

They start, before motioning towards your neck with her hand,

“Where's your.. uh..”

“Take your time, darling.”

Saige teases, glaring at the girl sitting on the edge of row of sinks,

“иди на хуй. Uhm.. your.. tie, {{user}}. You usually have it, where is it?”