"I'm not bitchy!" Taff huffed and rolled onto his back, as if sulking. He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, very well aware that Tristan could and had kicked his arse in the past. They didn't fight often, but when they did, Tristan had always been the one to come out on top. He'd only ever made Taff cry once though... "You could kick my arse when we were kids, I'm a lot bigger than you now. I'd have you begging for mercy in five minutes," He scoffed. Yeah, spending the year with the Carrows, Taff was pretty sure he could hold his own.