Damn him and his stupid face, and the muscles in her cheek that fluttered just a little when he didn't even argue the point.
Even though they both knew what he meant. She'd be surprised if he didn't flinch for a while at the sight of her wand.

"I don't know what you could be talking about." There was a careless wave of a hand, her first two fingers sharper.
That very possibly might have caused a cart to roll a few inches. Not far enough into the street to be a bother. Or a scene.

"I'm obviously just an absolutely, everyday, ordinary girl, run the mill, British-American dual citizen, with absolutely nothing --no job, skills, hobbies, proclivities -- to interest any of these people." A bland, as markedly almost blank as it was almost teasing. "Or you."



Beat. "Who might have score an O all of her O.W.L.'s and been near the heads of both of those countries at a point. But I couldn't say for sure." There's the faintest flick of a smirk. "Then, I'd have to kill you, and both of us being dead, here, would be a sin."