At least he wasn't yelling, thought Monet. It could have surely been far worse. She'd been at Hogwarts a full three years, three years of being in the same house as him. She was well aware how his temper could be and she'd never wanted to be on the receiving end of it. He also, however, wasn't walking away and simply leaving her be. No, he seemed to be nudging one of her books and even pressing down on one as she tried to gather them up.

"I'm sure it would take far more than a little girl like me and a stack of books to do any damage to a man such as yourself," she found herself saying softly as she dared to look at him again. Her cheeks were still pink but she was trying her best not to be too embarrassed. She simply hoped that stroking his ego would make a difference.

Chewing on her bottom lip with most of her books in a pile again, she gave a small nod. "You're right," she added, continuing to defer to him as it was surely the best route to go, "I guess I just got a little over zealous."

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