"Oh please-" Taff growled, quickly scrabbling to his wand the moment he could, "So what if he wasn't doing anything? It was just a joke and he deserved it. I sprayed him with some fucking water, it wasn't like I cru-" He paused, clutching his wand, the end of that sentence dying in his mouth as his stomach twisted. He stood up and pointed his wand at Romilda, breathing heavily, as if he was going to attack. He wasn't sure if he was going to...
"Slytherin isn't about picking fights, but I guess as a Gryffindor, all you see is that you're all high and mighty and we're always in the wrong right?," Taff said darkly, "Must be really hard to see anything with your head shoved so far up your own arse."