Evie considered, trying to remember exactly what the boy had looked like. "No, he was... sort of thin, tall, blond and very, very pale," she said slowly. "Grey eyes, and a self satisfied smirk on his face that I just wanted to smack off him."
She huffed again and squirmed back into her chair. "And it wasn't as if I wouldn't have left if he'd just asked me nicely. It was just his whole attitude, like I should feel so lucky that he was deigning to speak to me, and didn't I know that he was the king of everything that had ever existed?"
Suddenly, she heard herself and how childish and petty she sounded, and she giggled, her face returning to its normal smile, though the redness remained in her cheeks.
"But enough about me," she said. "How was your day, apart from being bombed by Peeves?"