Flora's cheeks burned red when he called her by her given name, but she couldn't figure out if she felt embarrassed, offended, shocked, or flustered - probably all of the above. There were only a few boys who called her by her first name, and all were either close childhood friends or relatives of hers. (Not to mention there was something about the way Mr. Fudge said it; it was almost like he was trying to prove a point about her elitism, meaning she couldn't exactly call him out on it without further looking like an elitist. Urgh.)
"Well, you need to make it explicitly clear that your jests are in good humor," she chastised, her lips dipped into a frown. "Most girls don't like it when boys tease them. I certainly don't." It was different than being teased by her female friends - it brought with it a feeling of inadequacy, and Flora did not like that feeling.
"Well, you need to make it explicitly clear that your jests are in good humor," she chastised, her lips dipped into a frown. "Most girls don't like it when boys tease them. I certainly don't." It was different than being teased by her female friends - it brought with it a feeling of inadequacy, and Flora did not like that feeling.
