When she sets it on my tongue, it begins moving, tiny tendrils breaking from the soft shell and connecting to the roof of my mouth. She pinches my nose and slaps Greyback's hands away, forcing my mouth shut. I struggle for a moment, but there's nothing I can do but swallow the writhing thing.
 
 
 

"You don’t realize that we’re trapped," he says through clenched teeth, no longer looking at me, but at the wall opposite to him. "Our parents are so caught up in the war, so caught up in being manipulated and abused, they don’t see how it affects us. Some of us, like Crabbe and Goyle, relish in the thought of joining the Dark Lord and their parents, maybe even usurping their parents’ positions and favor with the Dark Lord. Then there are others of us, like Nott and I, that see how badly things have gotten for their families,"