What? Did a Good Day, Professor not count as a greeting? Was she supposed to kiss his feet and hands too? He was yelling and making a spectacle and expected the students to behave?

Didn't anyone tell him you thought by example? Borr was an abomination. All he was going to get out of yelling and being downright ridiculous were ABOMINATIONS.

Taking a deep breath, Daphne ignored the eat enveloping her head and walked out of the classroom silently. She'd do whatever Lord Borr asked. Get through this class and move on with her life.

As quickly as possible. Walking back in, Daphne tilted her chin up and curtsied at the man. "Good day," she enthused loudly and clearly. "Sir."

Or would you like to be called Lord Borr, you big blob of hot air.