For the briefest of moments Enoch had relished having gained the upper hand and, whilst being kissed – and therefore being quiet - she did not seem half as annoying. In fact it had been as pleasant an end to an aggravating experience that Enoch could have anticipated and he was quite prepared to do the gentlemanly thing by never speaking of this again for her sake, but frankly fuck all that:

The mad bitch had stabbed him!

Hand pressed against the sharp pain in his neck Enoch pulled out the quill, relieved to see that only the very tip seemed to have blood on it and, despite the surprise it did not seem to have caused him much damage. Or at least he hoped it hadn’t. He’d seen far too many good men taken down by the most stupid spells one could imagine and one of the other trainees he’d come through with had been taken to the hospital with a cut to his neck, blood spurting as though somebody had broken a dam.

“You bloody cu-” He stopped, winded and unable to speak as she continued to attack him and hit somewhere he should have been more concerned for, given how their earlier arguing and kiss had left him rather more… open to being injured than usual. He gasped for air. Oh Merlin, he was going to die. What would they say of him? Death by mad bint armed with a fucking quill and an unfortunate knowledge of male anatomy. “I’m going to be sick,” he gasped, before he heaved. Nothing came out and after an agonising moment he looked up at her with fierce hatred in his watering eyes, spitting his words. “Was that really necessary?”

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Indecently attractive set by MJ