Anne was rather forgiving of Coach Crouch's snap in her direction. To be fair, she was looking for an excuse to use her wand in Muggle Studies and Miss Best wasn't really a person Anne felt the need to magically slap. Best was usually a practical, likable person; maybe she didn't deserve to wake up on the floor of a classroom with a splitting headache and soaked to the bone.

Adrenaline buzzing, Anne didn't bother going back to her seat. It wasn't like she was going to sit still anyhow. She was picking through the provided muggle books when the Yarwood girl stepped too far out of line. "Oi, Yarwood. Even the Governors wouldn't have picked you. Leave Coach Crouch alone and get to work. And you," Anne turned her glare to Miss Burroughs, "don't go encouraging her. Muggles go to muggle schools. Obviously." Anne's bossy attempt at classroom control ended with a hard eyeroll. Honestly, weren't Hufflepuffs meant to have some sense?

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