Clara did not look up from her book at first. “Pyrokinesis? The ability to create conflagrations with one’s thoughts?” She finally looked up and regarded Sara for a moment. “It seemed, with your heated stare, that you were trying to set the book on fire,” she continued, sure to keep her tone soft; Sara was not a hypocrite.
“I didn’t think that they taught that here at Hogwarts,” Clara mused as if she seriously considered the issue. She grinned at the younger girl. Clearly there was something wrong, but she really didn’t plan to bring that up. Sara had come and disturbed her, after all.