She glanced over her shoulder at him, clearly amused, "Are you out of breath? Dear me, Mister Malfoy - however did you manage when you were on the quidditch team?" he scowled at her, but she only grinned at him, "I must be five or six times your age, you know - how old   are   you again? I always forget - ten? Twelve?" his indignant expression only caused her to laugh again. He decided to keep his mouth shut the rest of the way to the headmaster’s office, lest he inadvertently provide her with more material to use against him. He had always liked Themis, but it was significantly more difficult to give as good as he got when he was still trying to re-negotiate the bounds of their professional relationship. He didn’t want to piss her off, after all.