One week with her and she was already shrieking like her. Poor girl.
"HEY!" Spencer shouted back, "I'm a Gryffindor - not Harry freakin' Potter - I don't know how to deal with evil incarnate! Now let me go - you made your bed now lie in it -"
"What's going on here?" A silky voice disrupted them. Angela stood there with a raised eyebrow, "The store was closed."