"Calling me misfitting nicknames? I'm not a vixen," she pressed, forgetting her desire to keep him laughing.
"Yellow one," she said quietly as he redirected the wand. "Okay," she bit her lip and hit the white ball, this time with more force.
When it smacked into the yellow one she was delighted to see that it went farther than just a couple of centimeters. In fact, when it tipped into the hole she grinned and looked over her shoulder at him, as they were bot hstill bent over the table.