Violet was still steaming from Valencia's retort. Children, indeed--what was she, two years older then Violet?!? And the nerve of that girl, accusing everyone of using hexes, except her, of course. Violet herself had only used the Muggle repelling charm, and if that know-it-all Ravenclaw had been willing to work together with the rest of them instead of taking it upon herself to be the spell police, they might have kept the Muggles out of the castle.

Not that that would have done any good, of course. Violet knew in her heart that she was just holding onto her grudge to distract herself from the knowledge of how Rosier's people were probably "taking care of the Muggles," and it made her chilled to the bone. But she had no idea of what she, one fifteen-year old student, could do about it--the Muggles were hopelessly loose in the castle, Rosier's men were all about the place, and even if she could find the Muggles and try to get them to leave, she knew of no way to get them safely off the Hogwarts grounds. She couldn't even get herself out of the castle at this point. So she sadly (and with some guilt) returned to collect her things and go back to her dorm.