Rage filled Orinda as she listened to him disparage not only her, but everyone like her. That included her sisters. He could talk about her all he wanted, but when he started talking about her family, she couldn't handle it any more. She wouldn't harm him, but she could hex his clothes or something. Find one of his books and then spell it to stay closed. See how his grades suffered. That'd be good revenge.

"You go ahead, Mr. Macnair," she said venomously, "Talk about my family one more time. See if I don't report you to the Headmaster or the Matron and see if you remain a prefect after talking to one of your fellow Ravenclaws that way. I have every right to be here as you do. You claim my blood is weaker than yours, but I say it's just as strong because I'm not a racist bigot like you are."