Coming out of the barrel roll, she turned abruptly to look at him, raising an eyebrow wryly. She wasn't particularly in the mood for a standoff, though she had to admit her frustration lately added fuel to the fire.
"Really," she retorted. "I must've missed the sign up cyfnas" She grunted internally at her Welsh. "The pitch is feckin' huge, there's plenty of space. Or do you need the extra space for your huge hunan?" She rolled her eyes, realizing how that must have sounded and ran her hand through her hair.
"Besides, I'm sure you're obviously concerned with what's best for me." She didn't know Blaise all that well, save for the fact that he was Slytherin and was on the Quidditch team. "You don't seem like the type."