Hermione Granger

"Careful," says Jim, emerging from a bend in the path. He'd seen her ahead of him from a ways off, but this is the first time the winding gravel has taken Jim close enough to realize what it is she's doing. He tries not to smile. Scowling like that, with her hair in angry, escaped wisps down her pink cheeks, Hermione reminds him very much of Uhura laboring over a particularly difficult dialect.

"Last time I messed with Darrow granted commodities, I got blown out of my living room window."