Ma was using her for-company voice. Sweet on the outside but with an underlying death threat.

Now before we get into anything, ladies, no scratching, no spitting and no tattling to mummy.

Let us proceed under the assumption that the fairy folk do exist, and that I am not a gibbering moron.

Her glare was so intense that you completely forgot she was wearing pink.

Knock yourself out... Or rather, don't.

Now I can do the bolts," she slurred. "I've been trying to focus enough magic all week." The magic shifted and swirled, finally etching a picture in the air. It was a rough picture of Foaly, and he was laughing. I hate you, centaur!" screamed Opal, lunging toward, and then through, the insubstantial image. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and then she collapsed, snoring, on the floor. Artemis straightened his tie. Freud, he was certain, would have a field day with that.

Will you miss him Holly?” he asked suddenly. [...] “No,” she said. “I will not miss him.” But her eyes told the real story.