Violet sat crowded to the very far end of one of the Slytherin benches, stoically and methodically eating her dinner--she would be blasted before she allowed herself to be pushed off. She hadn't ridden all those horrid Muggle subways in New York year before last for nothing--she had hated it, but it had taught her the fine art of obstructing space while seeming entirely oblivious and innocent that someone else was pushing on you.
Glancing up at the Head Table to see if anything (potentially bad) was going on, she was just in time to see Professor Recard's face go suddenly pale--what was Rosier saying to her to make her look like that?
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