Saying that the young Witch known as Hermione Granger was more than a little frustrated about being unable to find anything that so much as resembled a reference to the things that the demonic insect calling itself a messenger of the Mistress of Indulgence had mentioned was quite the understatement to say the least. Another source of frustration was the obvious fact that her fellow Ravenclaw (and roommate), Heather Potter, clearly knew what Hermione was talking about, but refused to answer any questions that the 'normal' Witch asked the Umbra Witch due to Hermione not having passed Heather's test regarding whether or not she was trustworthy enough to know what Heather knew and keep quiet about it. The fact that Heather had not once mentioned what the conditions of her test were in the first place certainly didn't help.
Something that Hermione couldn't help but find intimidating about her roommate was the fact that Heather's go-to response to most physical problems was usually, in her own words: 'smack first, then try anything else if it didn't work'. Evidenced when Heather seemingly teleported in the way of some kind of Wizarding World joke product and Hermione's face, effortlessly catching said joke product and throwing it back at the one who launched it in the first place with a nearly perfect side-arm baseball pitch straight into the Gryffindor known as Ronald Weasley's… nuts a few days into the semester. All while being completely unrepentant about it and (quite loudly) calling him 'Numbnuts Number Two' with a rather scary grin on her face. While Hermione did wince in ever so slight sympathy for the guy, it wasn't in any large amounts considering how much of a jerk he had been since day one, which was quite a bit. Not to mention his apparent inability to take the hint that Heather wanted nothing to do with him outside the occasion they got paired together in class, during which Heather did most of the work anyway and more often than not seemed to be fighting the urge to punch him in the face. No wonder Heather kept calling him 'Numbnuts Number Two'! When Hermione finally asked about the 'Number Two'-part of what Heather called Ronald and who 'Number One' was, the Umbra Witch nonchalantly answered that the one she referred to as 'Numbnuts Number One' was, in her words: 'some blonde guy with an overinflated opinion of himself'. It didn't take Hermione long to figure out who 'Numbnuts Number One' was after hearing Heather's description of the guy.
"'Numbnuts Number One' is Draco Malfoy?" Hermione couldn't help but ask, somewhat increasingly, more about Heather's audacity regarding the likelihood that she either had or would say it to his face without hesitation than the Umbra Witch actually calling him by her derogatory nickname for him, due to having overheard the guy talking to his friends(?) and what he was saying wasn't particularly nice.
"That's his name? Who names their kid after a constellation?" Replied Heather with a curious expression on her face.
"I don't think the two of us have room to talk about having uncommon names, considering that my name came from a character from one of Shakespeare's works while yours is a flower."
"And my big sister's name is a color. Touché, I guess?"
"What's her name anyway?"
"As she would put it: V! I! O! L! Freaking A! Viola!" Heather couldn't help but grin at her imitation of Viola's voice in reference to her habit of occasionally spelling out her own name, albeit a version she knew was somewhat different from how the Untested Firebrand usually did it, as Viola had admitted that she usually said something cruder before the final letter of her name.
"Do I assume correctly that she tends to spell out her name like that quite often?"
"Yup. Usually as a declaration. You know, 'or my name isn't'?"
"Ah. That makes sense."