Battle-ready
"Again."
She lifted herself off the still-smoking ground, swearing angrily as she dusted herself off. She straightened, glaring at him, and stood in a loose fighting pose.
He raised an eyebrow and whispered a short phrase in a dead language.
She flew back onto the floor, grunting loudly. "Fuck!" she shouted.
"You are supposed to be one of the strongest girls in the world," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "But a first-year Hufflepuff would've been able to deflect that."
"Yeah, well," she said, grunting again as she stood. "That first year Powderpuff or whatever can currently throw you against the wall with barely a shove, so either you teach me how to fight this off, or I'll just let all those little Slayer girls loose on you, okay?" She shook the pain off, and posed again.
He allowed her the faintest of smiles and raised his wand again.