Excerpt from an abandoned project.

“What? Who?” Hagrid asked perplexed. “Harriet, yer a witch.”

“A witch? Like in superstitions black cats and voodoo dolls?” There was silence in the hut. “Dancing with my cloths off in the rain?”

“Ah, yes on the first, not so much on the latter.” Hagrid offered. “That I’m aware of.” Let’s just say Hagrid was never invited to those kinds of parties. Quite possibly for their own safety being no one wanted a certain something swinging about.

Ya, I went there.