Thankfully the rest of the day had gone by without incident however the calm had allowed Connie's mind to wonder towards her meeting with Miss Scrimgeour this evening - the meeting she was now waiting for in her rooms, leaning back in her armchair, head propped up by her hand as she tried to ease away a headache and contemplated what she was actually going to say. The girl had misbehaved, that much was evident, and Connie was in no doubt that she was not the only one but Mr Urquart had been much more composed and the Ravenclaw boy was beyond her concern for now.

No, her attention had to be on Miss Scrimgeour and the very fact of that bothered her, though she knew it was an unfortunate way of life. Mr Urquart and boys like him would learn that the world forgave them anything whilst girls like Miss Scrimgeour got away with precisely nothing: surely the girl could see that well enough? Connie didn't care for society herself but she had not dedicated her life to education for nothing and if Miss Scrimgeour was to be a debutante one day then she would be the best and no one would say she had been incorrectly guided by the examples set for her.

"Come in," she called out, coughing to clear her throat and sitting up straight before the door opened, smoothing her robes across her knees and patting her hair into place. "Sit down Miss Scrimgeour," she gestured to the chair opposite her own by the fireplace. "I hardly need tell you why you're here."

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MJ made me beautiful