Ginny glared menacingly at her Potions textbook. And glared. And glared some more.
"Um, Ginny?" ventured Harry timidly, "What are you doing?"
Ginny turned and glared at him, and then turned back to the textbook.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Uh, holding a staring match with the book?" Harry said hopelessly, baffled by the female mind.
"Nooo, I'm trying to burn a hole in my Potions textbook!"
"So you won't have to do your homework?" he asked sarcastically.
"Exactly."
"I think that's a lost cause, Ginny." Harry said dryly. Ginny sighed, and her glare softened.
"You're right, but I could've sworn I smelled smoke there for a minute." she joked.
"That's because Neville just set you on fire."
"Oh. Yeah. That would do it."
