Oh, if looks could kill. If looks could kill, Todd would not only be dead, he'd be flayed from top to bottom, decapitated, mangled, bleeding, and in a flaming heap. Dental records alone wouldn't be enough to identify him. It was one truly nasty look that she shot at him as she walked along. It was the sort of twisted, bitter glare that one typically reserved for the very scum of the earth, not someone cheerfully remarking about proper wand care. Frankly, at that moment Todd could have said absolutely anything to her – he could have paid her a compliment, told her a joke, or suggesting that the sky was blue – and he still would have earned himself that death glare. Nobody worth their salt wanted to talk to her today just for shits and giggles. They wanted to tease her or ask her questions or in some way acknowledge that she was suddenly fascinating for all the wrong reasons. Commenting on wand care was one way to wedge oneself into a conversation. She wasn't having it. She turned away and went back to walking, seeming to dig the tip of her wand even harder into the stone until it produced an accompanying scraping sound as she tugged it beside her.

“Fuck. Off,” she implored quite firmly, not looking anywhere but straight ahead. “If you've come to bloody talk about it, you can go take a thick one up the ass. I don't want to hear it,” she spat, turning a corner briskly without looking back. “Why don't you go laugh it up with your mates? Everybody else is,” she shouted back to him in a way that was clearly quite defensive. She intended it as a dismissal.

Satisfied that she'd made her point (her point being that she didn't give a shit), Anna took some pressure off of her wand and immediately the scraping sound vanished. She didn't really want to screw her wand up if  she didn't have to, since having to get used to a new wand before exams wasn't exactly a key to success on the OWLs. She was already having enough trouble on the exam front – she didn't need to completely blow it for herself by snapping her wand for Todd Maculric's sake. If she followed her heart and lit the castle on fire this evening then some nice fellow at the ministry would be snapping her wand for her, she was sure. At this rate it would be happening sooner than later.