Though she very nearly missed what he said and it took her a second to register what he had indeed said, Febby's head shot up from where she'd been contemplating the cover of her book very intensely. Eyebrows raised, expression incredulous, Febby was well and truly lost for words.

It took less than a second for her to react- anger flaring up again and she wound up with her good hand, her un-bruised one, for one hell of a right cross, right across that insufferably strong jaw of his.

From her position on the ground it didn't have nearly as much force as she would have liked, but there was enough zing for her to know she'd have matching bruises come evening, screw being house-bound for the rest of her life.

"There, happy?" She spat out, color rising to her cheeks again, but this time out of frustration as she cradled her hand against her bodice, no trace of a pout on her features as she scowled at him. She didn't even dare look at Lydia, though could guess the look she was getting right about now.