Connie nearly snorted at the audacity of the response and quite how much it implicitly excused the girl from. Did she truly think all she had done wrong earlier was to speak out of turn? When she had arrived there had been clear signs that more than one spell had been fired, and that students were trying things well above their capabilities, a dangerous arrogance that no member of staff had ever been able to moderate entirely and not something that could be taken lightly.

Still, at least that particular crime had not been Miss Scrimgeour’s.

“And?” She said pointedly. She didn’t doubt that the girl would evade her again but if she could just make some headway with her it would be a start. Since the beginning of term it had seemed as though Miss Scrimgeour was determined to follow in the footsteps of Seneca Lestrange, which wasn’t a bad choice of role model really, but she was yet to be master her emotional control in quite the same way and whilst Connie was happy to encourage the friendship in the hope the older girl rubbed off on the younger it was far from fair to Miss Lestrange to put such responsibility on her shoulders.

A struggle though it was, it would need to be her.

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MJ made me beautiful