X. Slapped
She had just slapped him. Daphne Greengrass, a pureblood, had just slapped him as though she were a common muggle. Vincent wasn't as stupid as everyone said he was, but he was still confused as to what exactly had just happened.
"Did you just hit me?" he asked, gently touching the side of his face and feeling that it was already starting to swell.
"Yes I did," Daphne snapped back. "You stay the bloody hell away from my sister, Vincent Crabbe. You hear me?"
"That snivelling ickle firstie?" Vincent said, frowning. "But all firsties are fair game, you know that."
"You. Stay. Away. From. My. Sister," Daphne growled out, fixing Vincent with such a piercing stare that he felt his blood run cold.
"Why don't you hex me like a proper witch if you're that angry then?" Vincent said then almost instantly regretted it as Daphne began to laugh.
"Why should I waste magic on a borderline squib like you?" she cried. "But if you ever go anywhere near my sister again, you'll be in the hospital wing for the rest of the year. Do you understand me, or are you too thick to comprehend even that?"
Vincent gritted his teeth. He was not stupid! But he didn't open his mouth. He had already learnt his lesson; Daphne Greengrass was not someone you wanted to cross.