"Give me a wand, now. Or I will take one." She wrapped her hair up, securing it in a low bun at the base of her neck with a hairband as she spoke. Susan stepped back - the fear in her eyes now evident in her movements. Hermione couldn't be bothered by it now, didn't care if she scarred the woman's psyche. They were wasting her fucking time. She was about to resort to violence when Pansy stepped forward, shoulders squared.