"You should," she told him matter-of-factly,
"I could hex you, you know." She was good at curses and hexes. Her Yew-wand seemed to be particularly fond of them, since it mastered them faster than other spells.
Mason huffed and jumped down from the banister, before doing a perfect little curtsy,
"See? I can do these stupid little bows," she showed him again,
"My family is pretty rich, so it is expected of me to act like a lady." Which she rarely did, much to her mum's disappointment.
Did he really just say that she wasn't worth it?
That hurt her more than she cared to admit. She bit her lip and looked down at the floor.
Her head whipped up at his last comment though, disgust played across her face,
"Excuse me? Did you really just say that?" Unbelievable,
"First of, no! Because I'm eleven, idiot. And second, you're a pig!" She shot him a nasty look before shoving past him.
She didn't even stay on the Bridge long enough to hear him go on about his drawing. She just kept walking.