There was an odd flash of... anger in her eyes, he thought. But that kind of fuming, competitive look was one he had mostly encountered on the quidditch pitch in the past, in coming up against a losing keeper or when a beater’s hit had missed its mark - so he was probably imagining it out of boredom. The rest of this party had been a placid affair, and the perfume of all those pink flowers must have confused his senses. Yassine didn’t even know this debutante, and she definitely didn’t know him, so there was no chance that she could be irate for any specific reason. Maybe she was just ill-tempered at the lack of forthcoming compliments.
Because she was certainly demanding them now.
Perhaps because of that, he was a little tempted to be rude. “Oh, well -” Yassine drawled, feigning a moment of having to consider it before he flashed her a proper grin. “I did enjoy the fire display. That was a nice touch, I thought. Although,” he added, lowering his tone, “one of your other guests caught his suit quite badly on fire, so he might not be so pleased with you.”
Because she was certainly demanding them now.
Perhaps because of that, he was a little tempted to be rude. “Oh, well -” Yassine drawled, feigning a moment of having to consider it before he flashed her a proper grin. “I did enjoy the fire display. That was a nice touch, I thought. Although,” he added, lowering his tone, “one of your other guests caught his suit quite badly on fire, so he might not be so pleased with you.”
