She couldn't believe he was still there. In all honesty, she should have assumed he wouldn't get the hint the first time. He never, ever did. She couldn't believe how indescribably dumb Todd was sometimes. When his presence beside her registered, Anna felt like someone might have after going through a tremendous amount of effort to climb the furniture, broomstick in hand, in order to murder a ceiling-dwelling spider... only to stumble back to the ground and see the same spider you thought you'd massacred, quite alive and dangling obnoxiously from a self-righteous thread of silk. The spider had to know you were trying to kill it. It had to have some idea you didn't want it around... but no. No, of course not. It had to, not only stick around, but dangle itself right back in your face. Todd was that spider, wiggling his little hairy legs in front of her nose, just daring her to take him out with a spare tissue. Well, as they say, ask and you shall received. 

” I know you think you're the center of the universe, but you're not.”

That was a dig if she ever heard one, so she did what any self respecting witch would do – she spun and punched him hard in the solo plexus. Sure, she had her wand right in her hand, but sometimes physical violence felt too good to pass up. She reserved her lexicon of hexes for special occasions. You cast a hex when you felt like laughing at a person. Anna didn't feel like laughing right now, and she definitely didn't feel like putting any effort into punishing Todd while he was being such a major arse. 

“Any day but today, Maculric,” she hissed angrily, still glaring. She thought she was giving him sufficient clues that she wanted him to back off, but he clearly wasn't getting it. “Don't start with me today. Not today. I don't care what they do to me. I will kill you.” She was sounding quite serious for Anna, only because she assumed he was taking the mickey. Everyone on the planet had seen her mug on the cover of the Prophet. He had to have seen it, unless he lived in a cave. Even Anna, who didn't subscribe to nor read the Prophet herself, had caught a glimpse first thing that morning. By now the people who really lived in caves had probably seen it, too.