If Holliday Fudge had cherry-picked her words with the intention of turning Trixie’s mood from her usual brand of unpleasantness to sheer malice than she could not have chosen better. Being reminded that soon, painfully, infuriatingly soon she would be gone from Hogwarts and wed to Burke like a broodmare was like a red flag to a bull and Trixie was out of her armchair in seconds, eyes flashing as she shoved the other girl hard against the nearest wall.

“Maybe it’d be unwise of you to be such a little shit,” Trixie spat.