Caroline knew the kind of girl Queenie was; all aggression and brawn with little with or charm. It seemed to her that Queenie had embraced the example of certain dark witches before their time; Bellatrix Lestrange came to mind. And everyone knew how that turned out…
She was unprepared for Queenie to suddenly yank the book out of her hand. Caroline barely managed to hold onto her own as it was returned. “I didn’t happen to notice that page. Was it a good one?” she quipped, trying not to show any fear. Showing fear was the worst thing you could do in their house; a lesson Caroline had learned her first year.
“I am sure that you wouldn’t want to do that. That would only guarantee that you would be expelled as opposed to getting a lighter punishment,” Caroline said, her tone slightly snide. “Besides, you need to learn to take a joke. Why would I turn in someone from my own house?”