Cut off from her question by a much taller redhead, Karin glared up through her horn-rimmed glasses at the imposing Rabastan Lestrange as he blocked the only exit to her little compartment sanctuary. While most of the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff students generally just ignored her or stuck their noses up at her, the Slytherins never failed to actively pick on her whenever she crossed paths with them. She actually went to the headmaster himself and requested to be put in classes with as few Slytherins as possible, but the old man could only accommodate her so much.<br/><br/>"Maybe not, Lestrange. How do you know I didn't come to school with a wand this year?" she challenged rather weakly, knowing that Rabastan didn't even remotely believe that she was a true witch. It infuriated her that they had to rub her ineffectuality in her face all the time. Secretly, she dreamed about brewing something foul and spreading it around the Slytherin common room (maybe a Bulbadox Powder), but she was always too afraid of getting expelled to do so. After all, what did she have to look forward to if not graduation?