She was used to people being taller then her, she was not used to them being taller then her when fighting (considering that was so rare) and she rarely had them get taller then her in the middle of a fight. Still after Terence and being completely belittled, she had too much left in her to scuttle off in fear. She wasn't a Gryffindor, she wasn't brave, but she did stick up for herself and she was tired of being walked all over. "I didn't think people WOULD CARE." Sure Terence might have been right, she should have thought things through...but it was such a minuscule little tid-bit, it never crossed her mind that people would think of it as anything but.
"More yours than mine! That-" When he kept interrupting she stomped her foot again and reached back to tug on her hair. "Why do you think we all don't have a voice and opinion too!? I'm SORRY I wrote-" She stopped to breath hard out of her nose, jaw tightening, she was getting too worked up and she had never felt so angry it wasn't a feeling she liked; the way it curled and sat heavy in her gut.
"I can't be that perfect stupid little girl that everyone wants me to be. You're Dark Lord thinks I'm an adult, so I want to be treated like one! I'm not going to let some stranger-" She stopped again and shook her head forcing her bangs to fall in front of her eyes, she was avoiding stomping her foot again realizing that with her statement it was only going to be counter-productive.