Angelina crossed her arms over her chest, her posture shifting slightly. She didn't stop herself from retorting, "I'm giving it a second look because, amateur or not, it's a brilliant broom. Fast, light, small turning radius. Didn't say I was buying it, but it deserves a second look."
Yes, this was Warrington. He was as irritating now as he'd been on the Quidditch pitch, though they'd had little time for discussions. They were too busy trying to take each other out while dodging Bludgers and fighting over the Quaffle. She hadn't given a toss that he was a Slytherin; rivalry was rivalry no matter what house it was. But he still had the ability to get her hackles up, apparently. "If you're such an expert on the subject, then why don't you tell me which I should be looking at?"