The troll’s mouth split in a grin, a terrifying flash of teeth and tusks, and for one moment his demonic eyes met Tessa’s with all the sharp gleam of intelligence that was hidden behind his monstrous appearance. He knew – he knew exactly what she was doing, and the amused twist of his mouth told her what he thought of it, but he’d take her offering this once. Nice, that grin told her and she could almost hear the deep rasp of his voice; ya got good taste, we callin’ ya toll paid for now.
He moved then, shoving Ginny away; the girl stumbled, too boneless to catch herself, and only Tessa’s quick grab kept her from landing in the mud. It freed the troll’s hands to deal with Amy, one quick swipe of his claws shredding her top. Her scream hit a new high, interspersed with the same litany Tessa could remember from her own first crossing of the troll bridge – “No! Nonono, please no, don’t…”