Alecto considered the Hufflepuff, the sheen of sweat she imagined she could see on his brow. He wasn't any more or less intimidated by her than any other student, but he was testing her, that much she was sure of.
"Mr. Macmillan, your senseless quibbling is no more than a momentary distraction," she barked, lips yanked as though by strings into a cruel, thin line. Alecto could play, too. "You don't want to end up like Ginny Weasley, do you?"