"I was just sitting there, basking in the sunlight," Evie began. "I had been studying, but I'd given that up as a bad job, and stacked my books neatly beside me. So suddenly this shadow falls across my face, and it's him, and he's being a complete twat and threatening me that he's going to hit me with Bludgers and generally acting like an aristocratic asshole."
Good, now she was angry again. "I mean, no one OWNS the sodding Quidditch pitch!" she fumed. "He had no right to act the way he did. And then, after he'd been being a patronizing, condescending asshole for long enough, I stormed off."