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“Professor,” She saluted to Professor Kitridge before whispering quietly, “Weirdos…”
The sudden sound of silence from the lack of a quill scratching should have been the first warning to this one. The hooded figures seemed to lean around Kitridge to exchange a glance, then the one without the quill flicked a hand at this churlish youth.
A hot stinging, burning sensation should be appearing on her lips right about now from the nonverbal stinging jinx sent her way. Several thick, heavy welts on the lips would follow as her mouth swelled to grotesque proportions for her insubordination.
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Bazinga Her eyes looked at the hooded people again, they were making her so distracted and the poor students seemed to not enjoy them there either. She turned to them, "Would you like to take a seat and do the lesson with us or if you don't mind leaving so I could teach students without you distracting them, that would be lovely as well." She snapped towards them encouragingly before turning back to the students.
No, they would NOT like to take a seat and do the lesson. The writer began jotting things down again while the one with the wand (seven inches, hawthorne and dragon heartstring) began tapping it menacingly.
This professor would need to see Lucien later. Indeed.
For now, the wand-bearer seemed to float over to the trapdoor as though they were indeed leaving. But instead, they slowly rotated their wand around the door, making it disappear entirely until the floor was one smooth wooden surface.
No one would be leaving until the Inquisitorial Squad said so.