That transcended into an awespiring flare in her eyes, and if he was lucky, the person on the other side succeeded at pissing her off to the point the ends of her hairs produced those little sparks. For once, Draco enjoyed not being assaulted by her temper, choosing to laugh openly at the way Hornbill Weasley went from fuchsia to blue to a little green around the ends, the stark bright canopy of his hair falling flat against his affronted skin.