Diffindo
“Psst. Psst. Granger.”
Hermione glanced to the front of the room where Professor Binns was attempting to lull the class to sleep (or so it seemed) and whipped her head back to where Draco was whispering to her.
“What?” she mouthed, the look on her face making it clear that she didn’t want to waste precious class time speaking to him.
Slyly taking out a neatly folded piece of paper, Draco charmed it and blew it over to Hermione. He waited in anticipation to watch her reaction open it.
She sighed and prodded the parchment with the tip of the wand. It didn’t seem explosive or harmful. Cautiously, she opened the letter. The words screamed at her:
Did you honestly think I’d waste a piece of parchment on a Mudblood? Yeah right. No, wait, I’m doing it right now. Arggh, whatever. I just wanted to let you know you need some kind of potion for your disastrous hair, not that you didn’t know already.
Deeply insulted, Hermione took up her wand. Making sure that Draco was watching her, she muttered, “Diffindo.” The parchment ripped in half. “Diffindo, diffindo, diffindo,” she continued to utter until the note was reduced to pulp.
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