"Don't 'Oy' me, Dearborn!" She barked back. Her voice had certainly lost its typical airy quality she clung to so often. Not now. Now with the decent bump she would have by morning. And to be hit with Defence Against the Dark Arts, of all things! That was irony. It would be in a Ravenclaw's disposition to throw books as weapons, or better yet defence. But where on Earth was her Third Eye then, huh? She should have seen that one coming.
Yet Gollum seemed to take to his own fancy and lept out of her hand. She sighed a little, keeping an eye on him. He must have found some interesting grub at the base of the tree. Both hands went to her hips, as she peered up at the prefect. "Two seconds? You're out of your blooming mind. I didn't even know where your voice came from, let alone moving in two seconds."
With a sigh, Dorrie could feel the throbbing start. Trying her best not to pout, but her hand went to the top of her head again. "Yeah, why don't you carry the two of us there?" She tried to maintain a glare but it quickly developed into a laugh, as she returned her eyes up at him. "You know, it is rude to remain seated in the chair when you just threw a book at a fellow student. Such concern you have."