Word Count: 100
“What are you doing?” Neville actually felt himself get angry, something that didn’t happen too often.
“Full Marks,” the witch repeated slowly. “On your way, Mr. Longbottom.”
“You listen here,” Neville hissed just quiet enough that no one else could hear. Yet. “That test might be awful, it might be the worst Arithmancy test ever graded, but it’s MINE, dammit! So you put it on the other pile, and I’ll take MY grade, thank you very much!”
The witch and Neville stared at each other for a long moment.
“Seems you’re a Longbottom after all,” she said, moving the paper.