Amy made an outraged sound, putting a hand to her chest as if wounded. "Am too!" she professed, pulling herself up into her most regal pose, straight backed and almost prim and proper.
She was tempted to slug him on the shoulder, but thought that would go against her lady argument. "And if I am?" she decided to answer, putting her nose in the air but her eyes were dancing.
She snickered lightly. "Well, he was going to be a Beater on one of the Quidditch teams... but as you noticed, no purebloods made the bloody team." Her voice turned almost but not quite bitter. She was still trying to process what was going on with all that. "With no bludgers, it's probably good to give something to beat on."
She wasn't very close to Nathan, though she still cared to him as her brother.
"Not fair!" she told him, and through all her airs to the wind and just about tackled him, bowling him over and scrambling to grab the gift that he held to far away, damn his long arms. "Give it to me!"