Potter and his friends stood up, looking with smug triumph at the now-disarmed Camelia.
"Well, Greice, why aren't you going to pick up your wand and cast a vicious dark curse at us?" Potter held his wand against his left palm, twirling it in his right hand with an arrogant and triumphant grin.
"Probably because she knows she can't beat us. Isn't Slytherin supposed to be the best at sizing up the situation and bending with the wind?" Sirius raised his eyebrows beside Potter, speaking with arrogant disdain. With that, he lazily raised his hand. "Accio wand." Catching Camelia's wand as it flew into his grasp, Sirius inspected it with casual nonchalance.
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