He'd been expecting that. That was the problem with this girl. For all her airs, her brash and bold showings, her horrid language, her cocky demeanor, all she knew how to do was swear and rage. There was nothing to her. Nothing but a selfish brat.

The irony made a slight whistling noise as it soared over Snape's head.

"Predictable. You really have a way with words, you know. Your vulgarity does show a lack of intelligence. But maybe you'd like to try again?"

Snape jabbed his wand at her again, lifting the Silencing Charm. "Go on. Speak. Tell me you're sorry for what you did. Tell me you're sorry and that you'll leave me alone from now on."