The quill in his grip snapped at her words, causing ink to splatter all over the text in front of him. Theo glared at his best friend, hopeful that she would sense the danger she was in if she continued down this line of discussion. Only, the raven haired witch seemed to have a death wish, as she laughed in the face of a Nott’s rage, using her short straight hair to hide herself from other students who'd glanced in their direction.