Nacho sighed when it seemed the Slytherin girl had no interest in him or his ideas. The juice squirting on Shacklebolt had been purely accidental but he couldn’t have picked a better target if he’d tried. She was so annoying with the way she went on and on all the time. It served her right to get a little juice in her hair to match the brown on her nose.
Turning back to his figs, Nacho ignored everyone else. (He pulled a face at Shacklebolt and dismissed Hutton entirely.) He didn’t want Professor Woods to hear he was misbehaving in Herbology but defending himself seemed fruitless against so many imbeciles. Papa was right. Maybe only a certain type of student should be allowed at Hogwarts. (Whatever that means.)
Turning back to his figs, Nacho ignored everyone else. (He pulled a face at Shacklebolt and dismissed Hutton entirely.) He didn’t want Professor Woods to hear he was misbehaving in Herbology but defending himself seemed fruitless against so many imbeciles. Papa was right. Maybe only a certain type of student should be allowed at Hogwarts. (Whatever that means.)