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"Exactly the answer I was looking for. Three points." St. Toussaint said, warming again towards the Slytherin Prefect. Maybe she had a glaring problem, but at least she was making it easy to dole out points to Slytherin house. Besides, glaring or any other problems this little lady might've had could surely be remedied. She took another sip from her cup and moved about the classroom as the students put in their answers.
Cassandra beamed at the professor. She loved Divination... her very favorite class.
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St. Toussaint Staring down at her hands for a closer inspection, the Divination Professor appeared to be turning colour, but not for the lack of oxygen she was getting, rather the pure, oak-aged, full-bodied, slow-distilled anger at 'The Glaring One'. 'That scheming little twerp!' She thought.
"YOU!", After she placed her teacup and saucer on her desk, Terpsichore's arm flew up and her finger pointed straight towards the Slytherin Prefect. "Slipped me a poison!" She hissed. "Detention!!!". Oh, no, this was beyond point deductions. The professor leaned up against her desk and wheezed upsettedly.
WHAT?!?!?!
"Det... Det... Professor... I don't understand..." Did she just give her detention?!? Impossible, she did NOTHING wrong! "I didn't slip you any type of potion..." What was this about? "Can I help you? Can I get the nurse?"
WHY?!?!