Holly was shaking in anger. She didn't want someone to "find a prefect" or "grab a teacher". She just wanted to be out of here and in bed! Why that was difficult for anyone to understand—especially Pippy Potts, who she expected to know what she meant!—was appalling. Why couldn't someone useful have appeared in the first place?

"Just. Get. Me. Out!" she shrilled, legs trashing as she tried to pull them from whatever charm had glued them to the floor. "I just - just - just wanna go to bed! This isn't fair!" she babbled, tears beginning to fall in anger.