Pansy left, sweeping out of the Slytherin common room in a huff, her blonde hair swishing behind her. Zabini was still quiet, but Hermione could feel his eyes on her. Disapproving, but not moving. Why not? Pritchard was a fifth year, younger than all of them, and yet none of them dared stand up to him. Did he have that much power? Or was he just the most sadistic? 