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I bloody well hope you finished it, because I’ve just had my nails done and I don’t very well want to mess them up kicking some idiots arse!

[Spits out a large clump of blood and makes her way to her feet] Don't worry, the guy won't be walking straight for a couple of days. You know I can take care of myself.

[Flies backwards at the sudden movement, her knife clattering to the ground -- her eyes widening in alarm]

[Strolling out of the building, Cassandra frowns as she hears a voice, before noticing Dominique] Jesus fucking Christ, what have you done now?

[Spits out blood rather unattractively, then manages to stand up wobbly onto her feet, smirking] You should see the other guy.

Bloody hell, Dominique! What in the name of Merlin did you get yourself into!

[Manages a sheepishly smile around her split lip, as she mutters thickly] To be fair, I actually didn't start this one fight...

Are you fucking kidding me? [Stands up and slowly walks over to him, brandishing her knife] Bad move, Potter. You don't like having to listen to what I'm saying? Walk the fuck away next time, don't take your little tantrum out on my wand and my cigarettes.

[Glares at him] What the hell does my house have to do with the fact that you're an obnoxious twerp, who's self-entitled enough to go around pointing wands in people's faces and 'Episkey'ing them without even asking if it's okay? Does it look like I have a fucking sign on my back saying "save me"? Do I look like some sort of damsel in distress to you? I don't need your help. I don't need help from anyone I'm genetically linked to, since I think calling us "family" is a bit of a stretch of the imagination.

[Presses the side of her nose gingerly, wincing at how sore it is -- but keeps her knife pointed directly at James, in order to keep a large distance between the both of them]

[Grins] You’re vocabulary is shocking. [Draws wand] This might hurt.

[Hasn't even begun to form her snarky response, before James is pointing his wand directly at her face -- and next thing she hears the sickening crunch of her nose re-aligning, followed by a sudden wave of excruciating pain]

[Walks outside for some fresh air and sees the blonde girl slumped down against the wall] Really Dominique? Couldn’t stay out of one fight?

[Spits out blood and glares up at her cousin] Jog on wanker, I'm not bothered to pretend to listen to your judgmental opinions today. Go annoy someone else.