"How dare you!"

"I have a plan!"

"I don't want to hear your plan," Hermione seethed, hair crackling with energy. "I want you to give me my time-turner!"

"Yours?! Wait, no. Not important. What matters is-"

Hermione shook her head, eyes flashing. "I don't care! You know it should be mine. I did all the research, I wrote the appeal, I approached Professor McGonagall."

"-we can share it!" The girl shot out, stopping Hermione mid-rant, "I'll use it at night, you can use it during the day; win-win!"

A pause.

"...I'm still mad."