Peony sat down at the table, slamming a huge pile of books onto the table, and earning herself a few glares. Pulling the chair so she was practically cut in half by the table's edge, Peony began to read her Potions textbook, reminding herself every so often to concentrate. She really, really meant to do well this year, her last year.

A few minutes later, her left hand slapped the pencil out of her right hand. "Ow!' exclaimed Peony. "There was no need for t---"

There was no need for that!

You were doodling.

Peony scowled at the dull, thickly gathered words of her text. Latin terms peeked out like lightning from dark clouds. It was a wonder the pages weren't singed. Quietly, unobtrusively, the pens and erasers were discreetly moved so Peony's right couldn't get at it.

You don't have any right to control my body you know! Peony howled mentally, oh yes, if it were up to you, half of me would be snogging random goblins, wouldn't it!?

For pure entertainment purposes, I suppose you're right.