There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, " And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter."
Viserys stared at her, his lilac eyes incredulous. She had never defied him. Never fought back. Rage twisted his features. He would hurt her now, and badly, she knew that.
Somewhere the gods were laughing. Cersei had never taken kindly to being balked, he knew that. Softer words might have swayed her, yet of late the very sight of her made him angry.