One of the bits of wood managed to catch the soft flesh of her cheek and leave a small cut, but Romilda didn't flinch. "No you aren't! You knew what was wrong with me. You saw how upset I was! And all you thought about what yourself." Romilda thought she might snap her wand in two with how hard she was holding it.
She almost laughed when Harold pulled out his wand. "You're not going to hex me," she said with an air of snotty confidence.