Though she’d rather fail a class assignment than publicly admit it, James’ smile in response to her retort was probably the real reason that two were, however improbable, friends; there were very, very few peoples in her life that would gladly verbally spar with her – most would find her prickly tongue too unladylike, too improper… (hell, resting her elbow on the table-top would surely give any etiquette instructor a right fit).
But not James Fletcher.
(And, maybe, that was also why she found the patience to humor him more often than not – especially when she ought not encourage him).
Her dark eyes flipped rapidly in a roll, too quick anyone not within a few feet of her to notice, at his boasting; she did not normally suffer braggarts, but somehow – and may no one ever tell the boy next to her such a thing to his face – the blonde wizard, somehow, managed something almost akin to charm when he opened his big mouth.
“And yet, Captain,” she mused blandly in return, blinking slowly and deliberately, “I am unmoved in my doubt.”
She shifted from resting her chin on the back of her to cradling it in the palm, pivoting on her elbow to grab her book as he challenged her. For a moment, she thought to really test his reflexes against hers – quidditch training versus dueling club practice – but that would draw a bit too much attention from the other few studying students in the room.
…still.
“Do not tempt me,” With the swift reflexes honed by her club, she feinted chucking the hardback at his head – before stopping short to wave it in front of his nose instead, “that quaffle-minded head of yours would make an easy target; I am continually shocked its overgrown size has not tipped you off your broom still.”
But not James Fletcher.
(And, maybe, that was also why she found the patience to humor him more often than not – especially when she ought not encourage him).
Her dark eyes flipped rapidly in a roll, too quick anyone not within a few feet of her to notice, at his boasting; she did not normally suffer braggarts, but somehow – and may no one ever tell the boy next to her such a thing to his face – the blonde wizard, somehow, managed something almost akin to charm when he opened his big mouth.
“And yet, Captain,” she mused blandly in return, blinking slowly and deliberately, “I am unmoved in my doubt.”
She shifted from resting her chin on the back of her to cradling it in the palm, pivoting on her elbow to grab her book as he challenged her. For a moment, she thought to really test his reflexes against hers – quidditch training versus dueling club practice – but that would draw a bit too much attention from the other few studying students in the room.
…still.
“Do not tempt me,” With the swift reflexes honed by her club, she feinted chucking the hardback at his head – before stopping short to wave it in front of his nose instead, “that quaffle-minded head of yours would make an easy target; I am continually shocked its overgrown size has not tipped you off your broom still.”