Sara was sitting with Draco at the Astronomy Tower, laughing and pointing at constellations with him. “What are you doing with my boyfriend?” Pansy fumed. “I’m not your boyfriend.” Draco muttered. “Leave us alone, Parkinson.” Sara growled. “Then leave Draco alone!” Pansy said.
“Make me.” She snarled. She punched Pansy in the face, knocking her down. She got up, and tackled Sara. Sara picked her up like it was nothing, and she swung her to the nearest wall, knocking Pansy out cold. She cracked her knuckles. “That was easy.”
“You’re brilliant.” Draco muttered.
The next day, Sam confronted her. “I heard that you beat up Pansy. She might tell Professor Dumbledore if we don’t get rid of her somehow.”
Sara snapped her fingers. “I got it. I’ll turn her into a flea. Then I’ll put that flea in a box. Then I’ll put that box in another box. I’ll mail that box to me, and then? I’LL SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER! But, to save postage, we can just find a way to get her expelled.”
“That’s brilliant. I mean, the second plan, your first one didn’t make any sense whatsoever.” Sam giggled.