Pursing her lips, largely to contain the urge to smirk at the sheer audacity, Connie breathed deeply as she settled in for what was clearly going to be an exercise in getting blood from a stone. It was not uncommon amongst her charges. Slytherins were, after all, rather better than most at self-preservation and a small part of Connie was usually proud of their determination to be evasive even in the face of overwhelming evidence.

It did make for long interviews though.

“I think we both know it was rather more than that Miss Scrimgeour,” she said pointedly, waving her wand to have the tea-set spring to life and pour itself. “But I have no wish to chastise you further. Your behaviour in the classroom today, at least what I saw, was no worse than that of Mr Blackwall or Mr Urquart.”

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MJ made me beautiful