Her Wrath
"Why can't you do the simple task of turning your tea cup into a gerbil and back again, Mr. Weasley?" Professor McGonagall snapped in impatiently.
She had been snappish with the entire class, and not wanting to evoke her wrath upon them, the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff class had been working feverishly to accomplish the task set to them.
"I don't know why she is picking on me," Ron said bitterly. "I am not the only one that can't do it, look at Neville. Old McGonagall must have had too much of Madame Rosmerta’s mead last night, he finished, smirking, unfortunately as Professor McGonagall walked behind him.
"Detention!" She screamed, wincing in pain.
