"Professor Flitwick would be a better candidate," Padma answered glumly, turning away from the wall when Anthony's spell failed, just as she had anticipated it would.
Seeing Anthony's crestfallen features stirred in Padma resolution anew, and on an impulse, she took his hand, trying to appear as though this were just another small incident that the pair of them could handle. Years of friendship tempered by the last few months' finer feelings held Padma's heart in thrall, determination.
"We can go to his office now. You know he never retires until we've finished our rounds."
A soft look, heartening.
"We'll take care of it tonight and combat the prejudice that spawned it tomorrow."