Her response had told him even more about the Third Year, namely that it was likely she couldn't help herself. Showing his own restraint, Calvin refrained from rolling his eyes, a courtesy, you see. Another courtesy, he lowered his book to look her square in the eyes. "No one has implied you're stupid, except you." The thought hadn't crossed his mind--not seriously anyhow--but it seemed to cross hers.

"Giving an answer in your own words, doesn't make it correct automatically. Begin cleaning while you think it over." He waved a hand lazily toward the suits that seemed to have grown more dusty in the time they'd spent having their little discussion.

"If you expect every answer to be dropped on your lap. I'm afraid you're in for a rather sore life." The spoon feeding and molly coddling ended here. Calvin was sure if she probably to exercise even one of her neurons, the answer would pop out.

She'd done something to provoke the detention after she'd already been reprimanded and asked to fall in line.

This wasn't rocket science.