 well well well............ everyone :| Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Here they went again, all talking at her at once. Did Bunz LOOK liked she cared that they had facial hair? No, she found it hilarious. Did she LOOK like she cared that one professor taught Arithmancy better than the other? Hardly. Did she LOOK like she would take the side of the students over that of a professor any day at all ever?
No no no no... these disillusioned children had the impression that she was on their side. Well, she wasn't. In the perpetual war of adults vs. children, the adults ALWAYS won. And Anastasia R. Truebridge was nothing if not an 40-something-year-old adult.
She pointedly looked at her watch before answering any of them. "You had your chance to go back and apologize, ladies," she looked specifically to the Hopeless Carter she-snake, the one who'd given her the fakest apology in the history of apologies, "and now you've made your choice. It's going to be detention, for all of you, with myself and Professor French, no IFs, ANDs, or BUTs about it!"
As for the mis-history stuff.... Annie shrugged lightly. "Maybe he was testing you, to see if you were paying attention and listening to him. Obviously he's not our History of Magic professor and obviously you all know better, so well done for having learned SOMETHING in all your years here." She rolled her eyes and gave Josephina a look before re-focusing on the Beard Girls. "But again, you are disrespecting both the professor and myself by a) trying to get him to change his activities to suit your snooty needs and b) wasting your breath complaining about him. There is a LENGTHY process involved in getting a professor fired and it involves more than just myself and the professor in question. I need to see DOCUMENTATION of his misdoings and how he is causing you serious physical or mental harm. I don't see anything so far."
She turned her nose away from the Gryffindor bursting in with the notebook and conspiracy theories. "As for detention... I fully expect to see ALL of you in the dungeons at 6:00 PM sharp, TONIGHT. ALL of you who cut class today WILL be there."
And with that sentence delivered, the Headmistress stalked out of the bathroom with her head held high. She still had that streak of foundation on her cheek, but she'd just go find a more suitable, drama-free mirror to use.
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