Goody two-shoes. Hermione had heard far worse, and as long as Viola put her cigarette out with minimal prodding, she’d consider it a success. “Very happy, thank you.” She took out her wand, vanishing the cigarette and the ash it had gotten on the ground. “And you know, there are much healthier alternatives to cigarettes–they really are awful for you.”
Never has Viola ever called a Muggleborn a Mudblood, and never shall she. Breathing inwards afterwards, Viola shrugged. “No problem, Granger.” She folded her arms over her chest as Granger kept rattling onwards. “I know that, Granger, but once you start something, it’s hard to quit it, you know? Of course there are a lot of healthier alternatives. It’s gross, but it is what it is.”















