Dawnlark Plains wanted: big bad wolf

Her tail danced in front of his face, searching, and eventually whipped Sam hard in his wide open eye. 10 points to Slytherin, who had been assuming for 5.

"What do you do then?" Sam grumbled, stooping to rub at his eye. When he drew level again, there was a smile - evil grin? - on Visala's weird little face. The two spots of color above her eyes made every expression look like it's conniving sibling. She gave Sam an unsettled feeling in his stomach.