Sneaky – that's what Pansy Parkinson was. A group of Gryffindors glared at the swaggering Slytherin. How had she managed to find seventy-seven Easter eggs, when everyone else hadn't even found eleven?
"Cheater," they hissed until Professor McGonagall glared angrily at them.
But how'd she do it, they wondered. Wands had been confiscated and any outside help was strictly forbidden. Maybe she had hidden a nest of eggs secretly herself earlier. Perhaps her gang of girls gave her their eggs. Anything was possible with a sly Slytherin.
Pansy smiled sweetly at her covetous classmates; Easter had always been her favorite holiday.