"I'mjust saying: I  could bemakinglife a lot worse foryou."

He didn’t see how that was possible. He was pretty miserable already. If that was her goal, she had met it. She could now move onto some other poor, unsuspecting victim. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem as if she were planning to do so… As if he didn’t have enough problems. His mother was out to kill him, his birthday was coming up quickly, he couldn’t hardly sleep, he had piles of homework, and how he was being bothered to death. Well, he supposed that would spare his mother the trouble of killing him. Regardless, he didn’t think he could be blamed for being a grouch.

"Congratulations, you finallyfigured itout. I am soproud. Now you can graduated frombeing an idiot to just being a dunce."

Nigel scoffed. “I’m never going to graduate if you don’t let me finish my homework!” he snapped. He pulled the parchment in front of him again in an attempt to focus and block her out, but then she started touching his face. That was the only rule he had: No Touching. And she was breaking it. No, she wasn’t just breaking it. She took it and ripped it and tore it and smashed it and jumped up and down on it. And spit on it.

"Seriously, Nigel? Canyou say over-reaction, much? You're acting like I attacked youorsomething."

“You did!” he hissed. “I was sitting here minding my own business. I did not ask to be accosted by you. You violated every sense of personal boundaries and—and—decency! And you are grabby!” he ended, somewhat childishly. He didn’t like grabby, though, so he felt it was a legitimate complaint. He wasn’t about to drop his wand now that she had hers out, but with the distance between them now, he felt less inclined to do some hexing. She seemed to be more offended than aggressive, now. He angrily swiped his wand toward his own face, distributing cleaning charms so powerful that they left his cheeks red. If he didn’t feel it, it didn’t count.

"Youhave no homor, youknow that? What happened with being a chivarlous Gryffindor? Maybeyou were sorted into the wrong house."

“Maybe I was,” he said. “There is nothing dishonourable about defending myself. It would be dishonourable if I hexed you in the back. I gave you fair warning. I gave you loads of warnings. If you don’t listen to my warnings, that is not my fault.” Personally, he had never gotten the weird thing about not hexing girls. After all, girls were just as likely to attack someone or be in the wrong in a dispute. And it wasn’t like the Muggle hitting thing, either. Girls could be just as magically strong as boys, so really, the not hexing girls thing was giving them an unfair advantage.

“Now. Are you going to sheath your wand and leave me alone?”