She'd begrudgingly considered that he might get a tail-wind and catch the "snitch."  She'd considered that he'd fly back to the castle and leave her on the pitch without so much as a  fuck off or a by your leave.  She had not expected that he'd try to set her on fire.  She felt the heat as the fire stream barely missed her head, saw the briefest flash as the golf ball burned red and then began melting like a candle.  In the seconds between the hit and the beginning of the ball's decent she'd pulled her wand and done a complete turn without stopping.

"Coward."  She hissed.  "Setting magical things on fire is a muggle way to play.  And all because you're afraid to lose to a girl."

That may have been too far.  She could never tell until afterward.  Tessa wasn't a fighter.  If Ashby'd been close enough to smack her she'd have backed down quick enough.  Even if they'd  been dueling on the ground she'd have chosen flight over fight every time.  She'd always been more mouth than anything else.  But she wasn't on the ground.  She was in the air, where she was most comfortable, and she was faster than he was.  Still, it was her shield charm she was preparing to throw

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