"I'm sorry, maybe you can tell me why that is any of your business?" her hair was crackeling with the magical energy she exuded when she was upset or excited. Her fingers twitched towards her wand in her robes, which she was wearing to cover her figure, even though it was a warm spring night. She had felt so self conscience since Pansy had commented on her growing cup size she had felt exposed without it the night before. She really didn't have a love life. She was, what the muggle girls back home, called a prude. So what if she was 16 and had only let a boy touch her through her clothing while they snogged? She didn't want to be a common slag!