The outrage was, in Hermione's defense, over the stereotype of red hair equalling evil. She knows a whole family who is the furthest thing away from evil possible, all of them redheads. Granted, not as brightly on the side of fuchsia as Vi's hair, but she doesn't have the time to draw comparisons.
She steps back all on her own once Vi throws an arm out in front of her, like some protective badger, bearing her teeth.
The ghosts, seemingly content to just chat among themselves until Hermione's interruption, don't look to pleased to be disrespected, and Hermione decides: nope, not today. Not fighting ghosts today! Not ending up sleeping outside in the cold!
"Oh, will you hear that? I think the mistress is calling," she bluffs, putting on a very tense smile, and grabbing onto Vi's arm to pull her along. "So sorry, got to go, haha!"
She turns them both around towards the opposite hallway, and mutters: "Quickly, before the compulsion settles in," before she starts speed walking out of the ghosts' range.
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She steps back all on her own once Vi throws an arm out in front of her, like some protective badger, bearing her teeth.
The ghosts, seemingly content to just chat among themselves until Hermione's interruption, don't look to pleased to be disrespected, and Hermione decides: nope, not today. Not fighting ghosts today! Not ending up sleeping outside in the cold!
"Oh, will you hear that? I think the mistress is calling," she bluffs, putting on a very tense smile, and grabbing onto Vi's arm to pull her along. "So sorry, got to go, haha!"
She turns them both around towards the opposite hallway, and mutters: "Quickly, before the compulsion settles in," before she starts speed walking out of the ghosts' range.