My fucking knee, Adde thought as she connected with the floor. God, if that fucked her up for Muggle Sports tomorrow... she snatched a handful of Abernathy’s hair. Yes, it was a ‘chick’ move, but once you had control of someone’s head it was pretty easy to control the rest of them too. The little heathen would probably bite next.

She leaned back, trying to keep her face out of reach of her opponent’s flailing hands. She had noticed the gathering spectators, and was considering pulling Abby’s shirt up over her head-- partly to incapacitate her, but mostly to humiliate her. Instead, she punched her in the boob. An old Quodpot accident many years ago had taught her how bizarrely painful that was.