After a student finished, Miranda stood up, cleared her throat and bowed so low that her hair fell over her head and onto the floor.
"Hello good sir Lord Borrty- Berty, sir." she straightened up and began, "My nameth is Miranda BelCanto, sir and my ambition is" to never become like you "to become a professional Quidditch player, sir!" Miranda finished with another low bow, her hair hiding the grimace and how she had stuck out her tounge at him.

With a forced smile that puffed out her cheeks and reduced her eyes to slits, she sat down again.