Trixie’s expression flickered quickly from anger to amusement. The other girl was infuriatingly perfect and it would have been the easiest thing in the world to launch herself off her chair and tackle her to the ground. Holliday Fudge was shorter and softer than she was so Trixie rated her chances even in one of her stupid friends tried to intervene.

But it would be so much more satisfying to make the girl come at her. Then there would be real trouble…

“Now, now Fudge that's very close to being rude to a prefect, I could have you in detention for that," she replied with a saccharine smile that barely touched her lips, let alone her eyes.