            "Save it!" Lavender hissed. With her free hand, Lavender pointed at her own temple. "I have it here. See, I was worried Ronny would go back to you," she drawled, dragging her wand up until it dug into Hermione’s throat. "I put one of those Weasley inventions in your room, that sweet little invention that’s meant to record pranks on a roll of magic film. The toy already disintegrated, but don’t worry. I have the memory right here."