He hated her. He simply hated her. He didn't hate many people and he had, in fact, never hated a student before. But she…. She drove into madness. Into pure madness.
Other teachers loved her. Hell, even Severus smiled slightly when someone brought up her name. Minerva was going to build an altar for her, soon, he expected. The poor woman just adored the girl. 'She so talented, we should consider ourselves lucky if there were even ten children in this school who were so gifted.'
The worst was, he had to admit she was talented. Not only that: she was not snobby about it either. She did her homework most of the time and if she didn't she at least took her time to make up an original excuse.
It was not all that. Or, if he was honest to himself, it was exactly that. She was the perfect student. Smart and (hard) working, but not studious. She was not a total nerd either. She lived peacefully along with the other students, not giving into the pressure of the group, but not looking down upon others either. She helped them if they asked her to.
So, he was sure it was for a perfectly noble reason that she whispered fervently to one of her friends during his speech. It looked like she was explaining something. Maybe about his subject, maybe about another, but it was absolutely with good intentions.
"So, why doesn't it work?" He asked her directly. He made sure that everyone knew he asked her, without saying her name. If you said the name of the students that would warn them. He didn't want her to know he meant her, he wanted to expose that one flaw in this girl to the whole class.
"Why it doesn't work, sir? Well, you told us ten minutes ago that you shouldn't hold your hand too firm. So, that's probably why it doesn't work for Seamus."
She answered his question correctly and the class stared at her in awe. He was quite sure that her friend whispered: "how did you know what he asked? It looks like you've been listening all the time, but…" The girl nodded.
Flitwick hated her.