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“I can’t believe you guys,” Hermione grumbled, in the library the day after their little… adventure. “We could have been killed! Or worse, expelled!” (“Glad she’s got her priorities straight,” Ron muttered.) “The rules are there for a reason, you know?”
“Of course,” Nico said thoughtfully, “They’re there to be broken.”
Her nerves already stretched to the breaking point from what happened last night, Hermione exploded. “Rules were made to be FOLLOWED! Don’t any of you care about safety? Honestly - nothing is made to be broken!”
“Erm - I mean, piñata’s are,” Harry suggested.
“Harry! You were supposed to be on my side! It’s like you-”
She was abruptly cut off by Draco.
“Eggs are made to be broken. Crackers. Glass ceilings. And what about those muggle foods? You know, the Cat chocolate thingies?”
“Kitty Bars, I think it was,” said Ron, rather dreamily. Probably because he was wishing that he had the money to buy those.
“Kit Kats,” Harry corrected.
“Not helping!”
“Oh, I know! Toilets! I think Fred and George did that once. Mum was pissed.”
Hermione, fuming, turned to Artemis for help. “At least you should have some common sense!”
Artemis didn’t even look up from his book. “Actually, I am currently able to think of an abundant amount of things created to be destroyed.”
He paused. “Seals. Wrapping paper. Business deals. Firewalls. The bank accounts of several billionaires. The protective cases of paintings. The sanity of school psychologists. The skulls of those who oppose the mafia.”
Artemis shrugged. “Just the usual.
Everyone else stared at him.
“…What?”