Evie wasn't much of an imposing presence, but she was no shy retiring violet either. She drew herself up to her full height, pitiful as that was next to his tall frame, and steeled her features.
"You do realise that you don't own the place, don't you?" she snapped back, refusing to give an inch. He had basically attacked her, completely unprovoked, and she wasn't going to let him get away with taking his obviously bad mood out on her.
And it wasn't as if she were taking up much room, either. Her books were in a neat, orderly pile, and though she had been sprawled out on the grass, there wasn't exactly a lot of her. She could understand his indignation if there had been a game on, or even a proper practice, but he was just being a twat.
"Who died and made you Merlin anyway?" she shot at him.