She simply glared across the table at him. If it weren't for the fact that he was doing her a favor by tutoring her...oh, she would do something horrible. At least, that's what she told herself; because everyone knew that there was no such thing as a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad bone in little Iris Conway's entire body. It was physically impossible.
"I don't know. I really don't know. I think it's a sign that I'm not fit to be an auror." She sighed, letting her head fall to the table. Yes, she was being melodramatic. No, she did not care.
"I'm going to go get a book that McGonagall suggested," she mumbled standing up and stalking away from the table. She wondered to herself as she looked through the stacks if she could manage to sneak out of the library without Crouch noticing her. Not that it would matter, because he was probably doing that just about now so he didn't have to deal with her. Bloody Slytherins, all of them could go to hell for all she cared.
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