Taking an involuntary step back when he moved closer, Victoire returned his angry glare with a fierce scowl of her own. She regained her composure and crossed her arms over her chest, getting more and more furious by the second.
"Don't you dare tell me what to do, Teddy Lupin," she hissed at him, narrowing her eyes. But she turned and went inside anyway, arms still crossed, fists clenched, every muscle in her body tight with anger. "If you weren't such a prick we wouldn't be having this argument!"