Okay so, clearly her non-violent approach didn't appease the headmaster, but she would take that over a hex being sent her way. It had started to occur to her that she'd have to start playing the part of the "obedient" little pureblood in front of this man if she wanted to make it out of here alive. So no rebellion, yet.

The new scenery was too peaceful, something she would have enjoyed had the situation been different. And were those BABIES? She could barely kill a fly without feeling bad.

But she steeled her resolve and lifted her wand levelly, these weren't real babies. These weren't real people. And she still had a class to survive pass, otherwise her parents would bombarda HER (figuratively speaking, at least). She took aim at a larger dummy and tried to replicate the triangular motion. "Bombarda!" She said.