A month ago, if he'd been told he'd be standing toe-to-toe with Harry Potter and contemplating picking a fight with him in the middle of Quality Quidditch, he'd have laughed himself into tears.
But the past month had left him ripped open and raw, and not really giving much of a damn about anything anymore. What was one more thing to lose utterly?
"Oh really?" He stepped closer and jabbed the same finger straight back into his chest. "Reckon we've got a problem then."