It had taken a little prompting, to see her appropriately ashamed, to get her to flatter him - but she managed it. Yes, he was a man, wasn’t he? Already more man than Turner would ever be. At least he wasn’t being reduced to a laughing stock by thirteen-year-old girls in his own House, yet.
“No, I don’t suppose you’d be able to hurt so much as a fly,” Kristoffer said, appraising her indifferently. He bent down and picked up the book he’d been standing on, turning it over in his hands but not giving it back to her, just yet. He had a reputation to maintain, after all. “But you ought to be more careful. You wouldn’t want to hurt yourself.” He was so used to saying things like that as an unspoken threat that Kris wasn’t sure it came out much differently, but - he added another phrase, so that she did not keel over from fear. (She looked like she might.) “Excited for school, are you?”
“No, I don’t suppose you’d be able to hurt so much as a fly,” Kristoffer said, appraising her indifferently. He bent down and picked up the book he’d been standing on, turning it over in his hands but not giving it back to her, just yet. He had a reputation to maintain, after all. “But you ought to be more careful. You wouldn’t want to hurt yourself.” He was so used to saying things like that as an unspoken threat that Kris wasn’t sure it came out much differently, but - he added another phrase, so that she did not keel over from fear. (She looked like she might.) “Excited for school, are you?”
