Why did you do that?" I demanded. Lavender flicked her mousey brown hair over her shoulder and turned to face me.
"Do what?"
"You know god damn well know what you cow. Hermione's upset now because you poured pumpkin juice in her trunk. Apologise. Now." I told her angrily. Stupid Lavender decided to retort.
"Or what?" She was getting cocky.
"The thing with messing with me, you whore, is that you just forgot one vital thing about me. My mother was and father still is two of the most powerful wizards in centuries. Put that together and you get me. Now do you want to test me again?" I nearly shouted at her. She didn't look so cocky now, with that look of terror on her face. She squealed like the fat little pig she is and went over to Hermione, who looked both shocked and amused at the same time. Lavender sprouted some rubbish that I couldn't hear, Hermione nodded, and Lavender made her way back here. We crossed paths on the way back to our seats and I smiled darkly at her. Sitting down again, I turned to Hermione.
"Sorted?" I asked.
"Yes thank you. What did you say to her?" Hermione asked quizzically. I tapped my nose.
"Lets just say being one of if not the most powerful witch in school, maybe even the world, has it's advantages." The bell rang and we all got up to go to class.