Doing her best not to back down, Evie strained to make herself just a little taller. "You don't get to tell me when and where I can study, and you don't get to dictate any area of this school is used, except your bed. And I'm sure no one but yourself is interested on that, anyway."
She couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. Where was she getting the audacity to tell this boy off? He was a Slytherin, and obviously older... she had a sneaking suspicion she knew who he was, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"And besides, perhaps if you had asked nicely I might have moved. However, I think you'll find that after your performance, I'm not at all inclined to obey any and all directives that might fall from your mouth."