His own irritation at her remarks might have competed with his jubilance at how quickly her temper had unravelled too, if Kristoffer had not been determined never to let a girl vex him.
“Language, Miss Browne,” Kris declared loftily, decidedly ignoring anything distasteful he had said only a moment earlier. “Don’t make me dock points for rudeness, now,” he warned her (though he would be only too delighted); “Gryffindor will need all the points it can get after Ravenclaw wins today.”
“And by the way, my mother’s dead,” he added, a little too carelessly for the sentiment it held, but he wasn’t after sympathy, only hoped pointing out the flaws in the insults would chagrin the seeker further. “But I suppose yours will be happy to help you with that, then. I hope she bought you a decent broomstick, or are you just used to splinters by now?”
“Language, Miss Browne,” Kris declared loftily, decidedly ignoring anything distasteful he had said only a moment earlier. “Don’t make me dock points for rudeness, now,” he warned her (though he would be only too delighted); “Gryffindor will need all the points it can get after Ravenclaw wins today.”
“And by the way, my mother’s dead,” he added, a little too carelessly for the sentiment it held, but he wasn’t after sympathy, only hoped pointing out the flaws in the insults would chagrin the seeker further. “But I suppose yours will be happy to help you with that, then. I hope she bought you a decent broomstick, or are you just used to splinters by now?”
