Anne crossed her arms over her chest, a wand in each hand. The implication was clear: you're no threat to me. Anne just looked the girl over, her face a frown of disdain; internally, Anne was at a standstill. This brat had annoyed her for the last time and needed to be punished, fact. Fact 2: It was summer, but it blasted cold night if you were soaked through. To dry or not to dry?

Anne delayed her decision, and her heart gave an ugly tug. Anne knew that some students were too poor for Hogwarts. It had happened to Alice Dawson and it broke Anne's heart, but at least Anne was around through her fifth year. The idea of not coming back before? The possibility hadn't seemed real to Anne. While the Moonys had their challenges, her parents had always seen her fed, clothed, and loved. Education had always been a way for her parents to show their love to her and Ned. Whether it was the fault of her parents or not, Anne didn't want more details than that.
But, damn it all, yes, she did. "You're going to answer five questions and then you get your wand back. Tell me true: What's your name? How old are you? How many years you had at Hogwarts, and what was your house? And I'll know if you're lying."

Anne trusted her gut, but her gut didn't know what to make of this situation. The whole thing struck her as horribly unfair, if the girl was being honest. Which brought Anne to the heart of her test,"Last question what's your wand made of? You know or you stole it."

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