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The pink explosion was, in actuality Neville's wand messing up on the spell. When we all looked over in shock, we saw that he had somehow colored his skin and eyebrows neon pink. Hermione seemed to have caught part of the backfire because her left side was a splotchy neon pink. I couldn't help it. The vision of that know-it-all and her moronic partner looking so stupid (even if I do like pink) was enough to make me laugh out loud.

The Professor looked at me sternly, but everyone knows that you never REALLY get in trouble in Charms class.

Hermoine sniffed haughtily and tried to look like she didn't care, but you could see that she was embarassed. Neville was falling all over himself to apologize and she was trying to shush him. Maybe she didn't want to look stupid in front of us. Oh well, too late!

"Gosh, this reminds me of the time that I rode a unicorn in the Forbidden Forrest." I whispered loudly to Parvati.

Her mouth twisted skeptically, "Is this another one of your tall tales?"

Lavander scoffed, "How in Merlin's name does Hermione and Neville looking like pink monsters remind you of riding a unicorn in the forest?"

I bristled. They didn't believe me? I was the daughter of Lord Voldemort! I could do anything, even riding magical equines in a forest full of dangers like Acromantulas and Centaurs. I rolled my eyes and tossed back my hair, "Well it's obvious. The pink reminded me of pink. And pink is like, totally cute. And so are unicorns! So that reminded me of when I rode my unicorn in the forest. I looked like the guardian of the forest, with my blonde hair streaming behind me like a banner, my eyes sparkling like gems..."

"Er..." Harry Potter squinted at us through his glasses.

"Bloody hell." Ron muttered, "Don't listen to her. Her brain is obviously missing."

I gave an indignant huff and stood up with a stomp, "How dare you Weasley! I should hex the nose off your face!"

Lavander's eyes widened and she snapped, "Like you could, Voldemort!"

Everyone gasped. Harry blinked for a moment and then said, "What did you say?"

Well snap. The jig was up. I leapt to the top of my desk, "I am Angel Voldemort, daughter of Lord Voldemort!"

Everyone gasped and flinched in appropriate ways. Neville was twitching in the corner. I gave a cute giggle. Father was disappointed that it wasn't really a very good evil laugh, but I rather liked it. It was deceiving. I smirked at The Boy Who Lived and his red-faced, orange-haired friend. Hermione was rolling her eyes like they were about to fall out of her head and I grabbed my wand, "Don't look at me like that!"

"Settle down!" Flitwick squeaked, "Miss...er...Angel, if you would please sit down?"

I reluctantly took my seat. If I got expelled, however was I going to to kill Harry Potter?

"Honestly, the daughter of You-Know-Who?" Hermione hissed to Ron. Neville quivered in fear, his face pasty.

"She's bloody mad." Ron nodded vigerously.

Harry was still staring at me blankly. Suddenly he didn't seem quite so attractive to me. I think having to kill him put a damper on things.