"Sparkles do not please me," Mafalda replied flatly. Where was the other little Weasley that was usually behind the desk? The younger one? At least he had the common sense to be intimidated when she came in.
"I am here on official Ministry business and I demand that you do as I request," Mafalda said, her voice hard. "They are expecting my visit, and I do not have tome to waste standing here arguing with a girl who can't tell the difference between glitter and itching powder."