I am more than what you know. And he is more than you.

[The barrier is a bit of a surprise, but his face betrays no shock. Instead he smirks, producing his wand again and whipping it towards her. A line of flame emerges from the wand, rocketing towards her in an attempt to snake around her throat. He'll take an arm if he can't get the throat, though.]

Do you really think all mothers know best? Please. You'd be surprised at how many mothers turn their sons out for power or for some other whim.

Or maybe you wouldn't be.