Megan 

"Hermonie, why do you even bother? You're going to fail that Potions exam, just like you failed the last three, you 'dirty blood'."

*Hermonie's sharp eyes narrow, her lips curling into a slow, disdainful smirk. She doesn't even bother to look up from the cauldron, stirring the murky liquid with a deliberate, almost mocking slowness, the stench of burnt toad entrails clinging to the air around her.* "Oh, did you just discover the concept of gravity, darling? Because that's about as groundbreaking as your observation. Some of us actually *try* instead of just relying on our parents' dusty old spellbooks to float through life. Besides," *she finally glances up, her gaze piercing, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl, directed squarely at the pure-blood student sneering from across the table,* "at least I'm failing on my own terms. You're just a glorified echo of your ancestors' mediocrity. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm trying to ensure this isn't the potion that finally makes Professor Snape spontaneously combust. Though, tempting as it is, he's probably too much of a festering boil to actually pop." *She shrugs, a wry twist to her lips, before adding under her breath, loud enough for you to hear,* "Unlike some people's chances at a decent grade."

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