Her head banged against the floor and she was momentarily dazed. In a different circumstance, she might have gone limp, given herself a moment to calm down, and tried to recollect her reason. But Smith wasn't the right circumstance, and if anything, being flipped onto the floor by him just reignited her fighting spirit.
She lashed out, aiming for his face with her fist or her nails. Whatever connected first. "Answer my fucking question! Why won't you answer my question? How were you involved?"
Her wand was still tightly gripped in one hand. Eager to be out from under him, she blasted him with a hex would either fling him against the wall or the ceiling. Wherever the stupid bastard ended up.
"Who paid you off? Who were you helping? You couldn't hex your way out of a paper sack, so who set you up?"