She may not be in Gryffindor, the house of the brave and bold, but she wasn’t about to roll over and allow herself to be stepped on, either. Malfoy looked startled by this, but he quickly recovered and spat, “Do you know who I am, you filthy mudblood?”

“Other than a giant prat?” Sally asked innocently, and Crabbe and Goyle took a threatening step forward.

“Move…” Malfoy growled, and behind him Pansy looked as though she found his authority to be the sexiest thing in the world. Sally was less impressed.