He was right, it wasn't hers, but the smugness in his tone - and the insinuation that he had anymore right to it than her, like he was the head boy - made her nostrils flare in anger. "I have more of a right to it than you," she said, taking a step forward, making a grab for it once more. "My friend put it with my things by accident. I'm the Hufflepuff prefect. I'll return it." And she would, as well as suggest half a dozen charms to put on it to prevent her brother from coming reading it - or even coming across it!
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