"I'd like to see you make me move,"

Tessa regarded him coolly, not bothering to steady herself on her broom.  It was important to be able to keep your hands free if you were a seeker.  She'd been practicing, so that she could catch almost as well with her right hand as her left.   "Mmm. I could, but I don't think I should have to bother."  She raised a carefully sculpted brow at him.  "Maybe you ought to move because I told you to."

She sized him up carefully, because he seemed less than inclined to comply.  That was just like him. She remembered playing with the Graysons when she was small, and still young enough to care that he thought himself too good to play with a girl. She'd not been allowed to see the boys when they went to Mungos, under the well founded fear that Tessa might say something impolite.  The next time she'd visited it had just been Ashby, and she'd asked him in hushed tones if his brother was really a muggle now. She'd expected him to strike her, to disagree.  He hadn't.

 Ashby was a beater, so he was used to flying with that heavy stick on one side, and he was a lefty like herself, so...she dove to his right, hoping he might over compensate for the absent weight of the Beater's bat.  Then she continued on past him.

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