Much to her own surprise Avis was regreting her choice of releasing him. She could've tortured him in the most possible ways. She could throw him out of the window and watch how he'd fall for his death. No one would ever miss him, would they? He was an annoying, cold hearted and useless prick who did not even know how to stand and protect himself.
She wanted to leave him there. He may stand there and think of his crimes alone, Avis was not the judge, it wasn't her business to punish him. Though she would talk to the teachers about this Slytherin.
She was surprised by his actions however. When she was standing at him with her back, she did not expect from him to attack her like that. No, why, that was a certain trait of a Slytherin and she always had such thing in her mind. Something, a little hope perhaps, whispered to Avis that he might not do such a thing.
Yet now she was pressed against the wall, facing him again. She could feel his breath against her skin and his hands on her chest. The way he pointed with his wand was painful, but she did not show that emotion to him. Andrei did not deserve any of that. Hah - he did not even deserve her wasted time!
"My parents have always told me not to pick on the weak," Avis hissed at him. Oh no, instead of really backing up, she just Had to pick on Andrei.
When she heard things breaking, Avis thought that this might be some sort of spell that hit her. She looked down at her robe. It was still clean and she was not bleeding, yet. That meant that there was something else that Andrei attacked. She looked at the side, noticing only now the broken trophies. "Yes you are," she agreed, smirking now. "It seems that not only have you failed your studies, but you also have problems directing your spells at somebody."
She narrowed her eyes. Indeed, Avis was also the one who should be punished for her sins, but Andrei deserved it much more!
That said, she pushed him away from herself, using her raw force and then she jumped with an apparent ease over the broken trophies. Twirling her wand again between her fingers, she finally pointed it at him. "Personal space, Dolohov. Have your little ears ever heard of that?"