Gwen took her seat at Gryffindor table for lunch. Since the letter she'd been in a sour mood. She'd lost enough sleep over the last few days to make up for all the dreaming she'd done in the past leaving heavy rings of unrest under eyes. She was worried about her mother, about Harry and mostly that Graves was disappointed in her.
Malfoy took special notice and as he slinked past her he made mention of her appearance.
"Why are you so sad today?" Malfoy babbled like a baby as he cruelly yanked Gwen's long ponytail.
"Leave me alone Malfoy." She said without turning to look at him.
"Did the death eaters order your mummy's death?" He asked in that same irritating baby voice.
Gwen shot him a sharp glance. "What do you want?"
"Simply to warn you. You should get your mourning clothes ready."
She stared him down, but he didn't back away. Malfoy only smiled down on her.
"Oh, just so I can tell my father, would you prefer an open or closed casket?"
That was the last straw. She stood up and slapped him as hard as she could. McGonagall rushed down from the head table to break them up. All she needed was for Malfoy to grab his wand and reek havoc in the Great Hall. Snape was at her heels and grabbed Malfoy by his arm, dragging him from the hall. McGonagall lead Gwen in the opposite direction.
Regardless of what he'd said to spark her anger, it was now apparent to all of the faculty who had attacked Minerva's goddaughter.