Whore? Who did he think he was? She didn't like Mr. Longbottom to begin with, but now she loathed him. She wanted to march closer to him and smash him in a place where the sun didn't shine. She really was going to put her foot up his longbottom. She growled when he spit so disrespectfully on the map, that was the last straw for her. She reached over and let her closed fist, yes, done properly, fly toward his face. She wasn't thinking about it, she just... did it. And if the punch landed successfully, it would hurt.