"Listen to me very carefully, Ronald Weasley. I have no interest in having a duel with you, one. You do not have a proper wand and will only get yourself hurt, that is two. I, if you have already forgotten in that empty head of yours, have already been suspended once this term. Despite what my Housemates believe of me, I do not intend to be expelled, three. And lastly, you ignorant, imbecilic moron," Harry hissed, feeling his magicks rage along with yet another teapot exploding, this one closer to Weasley. "I do not have a wand to duel you with. Remove yourself from my line of sight, or I promise you, the next thing to explode will not be anything so innocent as a teapot." With a yelp, and a squeal eerily similar to an actual weasel, he scampered off. Hermione shook her head before offering an apologetic glance; she reached a hand out as though to physically calm him, but her fingers twitched away at the last moment. She fled, leaving Neville standing on his own.