"Whatever," Taff replied, not really considering the logistics of how she'd have to positively run at him to actually knock him over if she intended to do it. He wasn't in the sort of mood to think things logically.
As soon as she reached for it, the value of the parchment in his hand went up and his desire to return it to her dropped. He lifted it up higher, out of her reach, which was easy for someone of Taff's height. He even stood above his brother.
"Working on it for what huh? Bit late to be doing potions homework. Besides, I know this definitely isnt homework. I've never seen this potion before, that's for sure," he looked at her suspicously. It was starting to feel like the whole world was against him. The only person he could trust was Tristan...