Slowly, Hermione placed her silverware at four and eight on the plate. She raised her head from the table, her brown eyes flashing dangerously. "No one in this room is my better, and poor few are my equals." MacNair raised his wand but Hermione was faster. Where MacNair sat a large eel now coiled. Hermione looked at Voldemort, "That's your only freebie. Next time I let them hex."