While school had been a great source of joy for Holly, it had also been a great source of frustration. She'd never been in an environment where people had different ideas, nor one where people would consider themselves above her. She was used to dealing with authority figures — her father, step-mother, etc. — but she was not used to dealing with bratty mudblood Ravenclaws who thought they could pin the blame on her, even when she was to blame. Like most girls raised in wealthy houses, her upbringing had been a bit of a sheltered one. Thus, being tossed into the open hadn't been ideal.

Mr. Blackwell had gotten her in trouble by testing her patience, and it was already her sore spot. She'd (unfortunately) never had much patience growing up, and it had worsened since Hogwarts had offered plenty of things to test it: spells she wasn't advanced enough to cast, her annoying betrothed, bratty mudbloods. The unholy trinity.

She'd shuffled in Madam Sykes' room with a pout on her face, though she had enough sense to replace it with a neutral expression once the older woman's face came into view. She did not need a lecturing, but she knew she was about to receive one anyways. She understood she'd acted out, but she really wasn't in the mood to care at the moment. She'd show remorse tomorrow when she saw that Slytherin had lost points. Hmph.

"I spoke out of turn," she responded simply, taking a seat. The best way to get through this would to not show emotion — emotions were bad and they led to a downward spiral of arguing (and most tragically, the beat red face that was awfully unattractive on her). No, she just needed to be like Mr. Urquart and nod when she was spoken to.