“Which is much better than leaving it because you might spread fleas,” she quipped back with a cruel twist of her lips, running a hand possessively over the pile of the heavy blankets. “It’s not like she’ll be needing it.”

There were other girls in the room now, milling around, clearly not knowing how they ought to be responding but Trixie welcomed their presence. Miss Fudge would have to remove her from the bed either by magic or force and would end up in the headmaster’s office for attacking another student in the name of a disgraced former pupil. Pushing herself backwards Trixie kept the other girl’s gaze as she settled against the pillows with a smug smile.