The Ravenclaw’s frown deepened as her last-ditch effort to give Miss Borgin the benefit of the doubt proved altogether fruitless. She had never much taken to the other girl, finding her to be far too haughty, but this was simply the icing upon the vile cake that was Beatrix Borgin.

“Yes, but if we always got what we preferred, we should leave Hogwarts as very selfish young ladies, don’t you think?” Holliday’s false cheerfulness did not meet her eyes, which were presently shooting daggers. She wished that it were literal.

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