Taff pressed his fingers against his forhead, trying to ease the throbbing behind his temples. He looked up as she touched down on the ground. "I'm fine," he snapped, "what, part-time doctor as well as a qudditch captain?" He glared at her, all prickles and spikes, his defensive-offensive habit flaring up. After a few seconds he shivered a little and exhaled deeply, breath clouding in front of his face, "this is shit weather for quidditch." He remarked.