Parkinson scoffed again.  "You clearly don’t have magic because you made us do all the work to move the furniture, even going so far as to tell us to use our hands.  You have us reading  only  muggle books.  And you work in a muggle school.  You. Are not.  A  witch."  Her teeth were grit together, her jaw held tight.  But if Hermione looked close enough, she was fairly sure it wasn’t anger but fear on Parkinson’s face.