For weeks the slytherin had been looking for an opportunity for revenge that would present itself. The plan was simple and all that it called for was a little ingenuity on Pansy's part and some extra reinforcement. The sixth year had taken care of the reinforcements by enlisting the help of four of her year mates, Millicent Bulstrode included. The only thing they waited for was to catch the little freak alone and lately catching her at all had proved to be difficult.

While her loyal subjects told her to give it up Pansy wasn't ready to just yet and continued to actively search out the younger snake forcing the other girls to fall in line with her. No one got away with making her look like a fool. Part of it had to do with Draco. He had used Pansy and tossed her away like trash and no one did that to a Parkinson and got away with it. She wasn't so stupid to go straight at the Malfoy heir though and she figured the next best thing was to hit him where it would hurt. His little freak.

The other part had to do with her wanting to get the bitch back for the rats and Pansy was intent on revenge being a rude awakening for the younger witch. Her friends had questioned her reasons and the sixth year had snapped so dangerously at them it hadn't been brought up again but she knew that they knew it had to do with more than Draco. Together they had taken to stalking the fifth year and sending jinxes and hexes at her whenever the chance showed itself and when they could do so discreetly. Pansy had no doubts the fifth year would know who was beyond it and was also sure she wouldn't be tattling. It served her plan well but Pansy wasn't stopping at hexes in the corridors.

Her and the other sixth year girls had followed the younger year to the loo during lunch which was perfect since the corridors were vacated with all the students in the great hall dining. A smirk as cruel as the heart inside the girl appeared on Pansy's face as her the others leaned up against the walls on either side of the entrance to the loo waiting to ambush the freak when she came back out. Nodding her head to two of her friends they took up points at either end of the corridor to keep watch for other students and professors. A second nod to a third girl and she was off double checking the classrooms on that floor to make sure there was no one left inside.

With the all clear Pansy and Millicent waited for the freak to show her face and when she finally did Millicent used her thickness to her advantage and had the smaller girl pinned against the wall as they had planned. The younger witch was fast and had managed to grab her wand before Millicent could manage it and Pansy grabbed Riddle's arm and twisted the wrist roughly in the hope of snapping it and ripped the wand from her hand. The sixth year was tempted to snap that too but that wasn't part of the plan and there would be no escaping trouble if she did so instead she tossed it down the corridor as hard as she could hoping it would meet it's end against the wall.

"Hello Riddle. Long time, no see. You wouldn't be avoiding me would you?" Pansy pretended to be casual as if they were good acquaintances but the cruel intentions glittering in her eyes belied her almost polite tone and would have been enough to send most people running when combine with her puling a small dagger from her robes pocket. She didn't let the younger girl see it yet. Pansy wanted to enjoy this revenge as much as possible.

Skyler could admit she hadn't exactly been expecting the ambush that had been waiting for her outside the Prefect's Bathroom. She had been the target of several well shot spells over the course of the last few weeks, but hadn't relayed that fact to any of her few friends and definitely not her boyfriend. The brunette was determined to not cry wolf, and she could certainly handle a few hexes. Her pride got in the way of asking for help before it became too late, and the teen found herself cursing that fact to the depths of hell when she was being manhandled by a rather large Slytherin girl until she felt her back slammed against the wall, the back of her head hitting it hard enough to come bouncing forward.

It was safe enough to say Sky was seeing stars within the first minute of the scuffle and she knew it was lost cause even as she struggled against the girl pinning her to the wall. For once, the brunette hated being as small as she was. In a proper duel, her small stature was a good advantage, as it was in Quidditch. But in a physical altercation it was definitely a disadvantage. She had managed to grab her wand, but her hand had been forced to relinquish it's hold on the wood when her wrist was brutally snapped. Too shocked to even scream, Skyler gasped at the pain and gritted her teeth against it. All she could think was that this couldn't end well.

She blinked, trying to think around the pain to focus on just what the hell was going on and groaned when she realized who it was. Parkinson. Only the older girl wasn't alone. Vivid colored eyes quickly assessing her current predicament easily spotted the other three girls in the corridor. In addition to Parkinson and the girl pinning her Skyler totaled five altogether. In spite of the fear churning in the pit of her stomach the brunette couldn't contain a snort. Five against one. Because that was fair. Then again, what could one expect from Slytherins? They weren't known for fighting fair, and Skyler could identify with that. She couldn't think of a single plan in her cunning mind that would have her walking away from this altercation. Unless someone came to her rescue, and considering it was lunch time that was highly unlikely.

The brunette quickly decided that she might be resigned to her fate but that didn't mean she would give them the satisfaction of seeing it. Pure determination ignited inside the teen, and she glared back at the older Slytherin girl with a fierce rage flaring to life in her purple eyes as she rolled them in response to the question. "I have no reason to avoid you Parkinson. We both know who wins that match." Skyler tried to keep her tone as even as possible, which was hard with the pain shooting through her arm, but she did manage a superior smirk, which she flashed at the older girl as she continued on in the most arrogant tone she could muster. "But if you'd like, I have no problem embarrassing you again if you want a retry at that battle."

So it probably wasn't smart to bait the other Slytherin, especially not in this situation, but Sky really couldn't help herself. It was the only way she could fight back currently and she wasn't going to cower in her fear just because she was outnumbered and without a means to defend herself. They may have taken her wand and had her in an extremely vulnerable position but over her dead body would she let them take her pride and see her fear too.

The sixth year made herself swallow the shriek that she almost let slip and her dark eyes narrowed to slits. She sneered and hissed angry that the little freak could get a rise out of her even when she couldn't fight back. Pansy consoled herself with the idea that this time around she would be getting the last laugh. She smiled and it contorted her face into something vicious and she brought the small dagger up to eye level and shook it a little in the younger slytherin's face.

"You should watch that mouth of yours Freak because I have no problem slicing those lips right off your face." Pansy threatened and meant it. Her dark eyes glittered with malice and she purposefully grabbed the snapped wrist roughly and Millicent helped with extending it out against the wall and holding it in place. "I dare you to scream Riddle." She knew the younger year was too stubborn for her own good and would choke back any screams that threatened to alert anyone within hearing range of what they were up to.

She wasted no time bringing the dagger up to pale forearm and piercing the skin with its tip. A dark and excited gleam entered her eyes when the first few drops of blood flowed out and Pansy eagerly pushed the dagger in deeper carving out a F on the younger slytherins arm. She continued on until the word FREAK was spelled out carved into the girl's skin and dripping blood. She then moved the girl's shirt up and began carving FAIL SNAKE into her abdomen enjoying watching the girl bleed as she did. "A little something special for Draco." Pansy said with a twisted and sick sense of humor.

Skyler would have loved to say that the appearance of the small knife didn't scare the absolute shit out of her but she would be lying if she did. A shocked and horrified look stole across her paling face. Surely Parkinson wasn't so crazy as to murder her over a guy!! It was at that point that the brunette tried desperately to break the hold the girls had on her. She struggled, but it was no good. In this situation, being small just wasn't good.

The teen did her best to choke back the pained filled scream she wanted to let loose through her lips when Parkinson grabbed her already broken wrist. Merlin!! That hurt like hell. But soon Sky was wishing for that pain back because suddenly her skin was being carved into with that damn dagger and the teen could feel her warm blood seeping over her skin. Her legs kicked feebly while she struggled to fight the whimpers of pain bubbling up inside of her. It wasn't for the girls' benefit that she tried to contain her pained cries. It was the only thing Skyler could think to do that wouldn't make this a complete loss of a battle for her. The older witch was carving her up like a damn turkey on Thanksgiving and the brunette was not prepared to lower her own dignity any further by letting a single scream pass her lips.

Skyler couldn't bring herself to look at her arm when it finally stopped, gasping in air to point she was wheezing, trying hard not to be sick then and there. While the idea of throwing up her breakfast all over the older wit he holding her to the wall had it's merits, she was sure it would only add more wood to the already out of control fire. And at this point Sky wouldn't put it last the older Slytherin to really make good on her threat and cut her lips off. Or stab her to death. And that didn't exactly sound like an appealing option.

The brunette changed her mind about that when the cool air of the castle hit her revealed stomach and she struggled again pathetically to break the hold on her. The terror in her wide purple eyes she couldn't hide anymore and couldn't bother to try anyways once the knife was cutting into her abdomen. All the teen could do at this point was grit her teeth hard against any pained sounds and force the tears threatening to fall back. Her hands had curled into fists, her nails cutting into her palms from the pressure. Skyler closed her eyes and willed it to be over, praying to whatever ruled the universe that this torture would end soon.

Cutting into the flesh of the younger witch was satisfying and she took great care to draw it out as long as possible. Some might call her evil or demented but this was revenge and it was the sweetest taste she had ever had. Pansy was going to teach this freak and Draco that she should not be underestimated or toyed with. This pathetic excuse for a witch had taken everything from her and now Pansy was going to make her pay. In blood and scars that she would wear for life.

She sketched the final letter into the girl's body and stepped back to observe her work with a cruel and satisfied smirk. "Draco should like that. I know just how much he adores marking his conquests." Her dark eyes glittered at the pitiful younger year while she added insult to injury. She used the bloodied dagger to cut a strip of the younger witch's hair and debated on cutting the long hair completely off just because she could. She decided against it knowing she had come to do what she had set out to do and tucked the hair and dagger away. "See you around Riddle." Pansy headed down the corridor and waved her hand to signal her friends to follow and stopped to watch Millicent drop the tortured witch to the floor. On her way around the corner Pansy looked dead in the girl's eye and stomped on the wand laying on the floor snapping it with her foot and spit on it. "Filthy halfblood. You don't deserve a wand." She left with her friends feeling sated.