If he thought he'd one-upped her, the jubilance lasted only for a few seconds, and then it all came crashing down.
First of all, she stood up, which - besides crushing his ego about looking tall and manly and strong in an instant - was a dangerous move, a potential call to attention for the rest of the Great Hall, and now Kristoffer couldn't be nearly so overt, if he didn't want to rack up a detention. Secondly... the impudent bitch had cheaply turned his own insult back on him, which oughtn't even work, but it had made it that much worse, and his face had coloured in humiliation before he could feign otherwise.
How dare she?! Who did she think she was? Kristoffer pushed off, slowly, from the bench of Gryffindor table, with all the control he could muster, as though he could feign they were just friendly acquaintances, peers leaving the hall together. His eyes had narrowed at her, wishing he could bore a hole right through her head; his fists were, fortunately, curled carefully in the folds of his robes.
"Another word," Kristoffer warned, in low tones and menace in his eyes. "Another word, and I guarantee you'll see exactly what I can do with that bat of mine." He wished he had it in his hands now. Merlin, he wished Slytherin were playing Gryffindor today.
When wit failed, resort to threats of violence. A solid plan, as usual.
First of all, she stood up, which - besides crushing his ego about looking tall and manly and strong in an instant - was a dangerous move, a potential call to attention for the rest of the Great Hall, and now Kristoffer couldn't be nearly so overt, if he didn't want to rack up a detention. Secondly... the impudent bitch had cheaply turned his own insult back on him, which oughtn't even work, but it had made it that much worse, and his face had coloured in humiliation before he could feign otherwise.
How dare she?! Who did she think she was? Kristoffer pushed off, slowly, from the bench of Gryffindor table, with all the control he could muster, as though he could feign they were just friendly acquaintances, peers leaving the hall together. His eyes had narrowed at her, wishing he could bore a hole right through her head; his fists were, fortunately, curled carefully in the folds of his robes.
"Another word," Kristoffer warned, in low tones and menace in his eyes. "Another word, and I guarantee you'll see exactly what I can do with that bat of mine." He wished he had it in his hands now. Merlin, he wished Slytherin were playing Gryffindor today.
When wit failed, resort to threats of violence. A solid plan, as usual.
