Spoken Secrets

"Don’t make a mockery of me," he spat, his steely eyes shooting daggers straight into her own. "You don’t seem to understand that the tables are constantly turning on us." He began to back away, but with a flick of her wrist and a mumble of a spell, he was pinned back against the nearest tree. "Pardon me. Now, what were you were saying Mr Malfoy? I don’t seem to have been listening." Taking a few large strides, she was back in the position of power. Although she was considerably shorter than he was, she felt large. She felt powerful. "I was saying you should watch your back Miss Weasley." Crack.