"I almost forgot about you, you meddlesome girl. I knew you'd been watching me." Quirrell's face twisted into an irritated smile. "You're the most annoying—"
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"Bullshit!" Eliana erupted. "I'm sweet, clever, and obedient. If you hate me, that's your problem! The most annoying person you've ever met? Ha! Don't you look in the mirror when you go to the bathroom?"
"Exactly," Harry said, nodding along as he tried to buy time.
Eliana was still hopping mad. "If you don't have a mirror, doesn't your pee reflect your face?"
"Exactly..." Harry stopped mid-nod as he realized what she had said. His face flushed, and his voice shot up. "Ellie!"
What was she saying?
Yes, Quirrell was a villain, and villains deserved to be insulted. She wasn't even wrong. But did she have to put it quite so crudely?
Eliana turned to him, baffled. "What?"
"No, it's just..." Harry sputtered. He couldn't bring himself to discuss pee with a girl, so he flushed even harder and said, "Never mind."
"What's wrong with you?" Eliana turned back in a huff. "I was in the middle of telling him off. You ruined my momentum."
She glared at Quirrell, remembered that he had called her the most annoying little girl, and worked herself back into a fury.
"We knew you were rotten when you cursed Harry during the Quidditch Match. You're as vile as that stink under your turban, and both are strong enough to make people gag."
"No momentum? That's all right. You won't ever have any again. And neither will you, Potter. You meddlesome pests can stay here forever."
Quirrell's face contorted. He snapped his fingers, and several ropes sprang out of thin air.
Eliana knew this trick! Professor Snape had tied her up the same way when she'd tried to look