Anaphora stood at the edge of the mat, white as a ghost.  She was not scared - no, not remotely.  She was furious.  She cast a sizzling glare at Abernethy's back as it disappeared out the door.  What was he thinking?  He flipped Miriam over like a rag doll. A quivering second year!!  And that Burke.  Talking about sending an unconscious girl to the hospital like any other civilized human being would talk about taking clothes to be cleaned.  Clearly her thoughts about his overwhelming kindness were embarrassingly off base. 

Her hands were shaking, and her eyes riveted on the perky Gryffindette grinning vapidly, having already bounded to her place on the mat.  Anaphora vaulted to her feet and in three strides was at her place, wand raised ferociously.  Focus, Anaphora. She wished she could focus, but now that the initial shock had worn off her anger was being subverted by a quivering anxiety.  In her mind's eye she kept seeing Miriam flipped backwards. 

A sudden movement of blonde hair as Shanahan threw in a fancy whirl yanked Anaphora back down to earth. "Pinctio!" cried Shanahan at the same time Anaphora furiously shouted the spell that had been racing through her mind: "EXPELLIARMUS!!"  She hoped it would knock that grin right off of Shanahan's face.


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