With a quick "de nada" to Mr Newell, she continued staring down Hair Boy. That's right, put it back. But despite his seeming lack of caring, she had actually taken a bit of a liking to the Prefect. "Sí," was her simple reply.

She nodded at Sophie to acknowledge that she was leaving. And now to the elf. "Sí sí, Tinka. I can take care of the mess from the food." A simple vanishing spell would be plenty. "Oh, and one more thing." She leaned down to whisper in the elf's ear. "That will be all."