I glared. "It's not funny."
"Of course it isn't." His tone said differently.
"It isn't."
"I said that." He was practically shaking now.
I upgraded to daggers. It didn't take. Harry had been stared down by things that could have torn him apart with a thought. Compared to that, his big brother wasn't very intimidating.
I gritted my teeth. "I didn't know."
"Oh, that I believe. Otherwise you would have been absolutely mental to give me this kind of ammunition."
I sighed, resigned myself to months of future teasing, and bent over to wash the glitter out of my hair.