Both his words and tone sounded like he was challenging her, and anyone who knew Holly knew that a challenge was the surest way to assure sure did something. Scrunching up her nose, she pressed the tip of her wand into his rib-cage.

"Your lack of self-preservation should appall me, but it doesn't; you obviously have no idea what magic is capable of." It was true. Mudbloods were always clueless about how powerful one simple spell might be! They always thought being magical — being special compared to their useless muggle relatives — made them high and almighty.

She threateningly poked her wand deeper into the cushion of his torso, her brows raised in a challenge.

"You will get me my points back somehow. You can get down on your knees and beg Madam Sykes to give the back. You can let a Slytherin clean up your sorry mistakes. You can give a Slytherin credit if you ever manage to achieve something. I don't care," she hissed. "But you will get them back."