Judging by her age was fine. She could live with that, even used it when it suited her. But when someone judged her based solely by her gender, it speaks more to ignorance and arrogance. A blindness towards half of the population. If Sweetie Whitledge wasn't a prideful Slytherin, she'd be rather pleased by his lack of willingness to see her as a real threat. In a few days, she would be glad to use this further to her advantage. But right now it was just agrivating. She could see it in his eyes and it took everything in her to keep her expression calm. There was, however, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

His look of mock surprise was easy to see through. More effort was needed to not desplay another eye roll. Could he be any more predictable? His overabundance in confidence was pathetic at best. The idea of him ever being a leader repulsed her. There were plenty of candidates here that she would prefer by far. If she didn't make it further in the trail, there was no way that she would back this prick.

The man that she had 'interrupted' didn't seem quick to continue whatever Mr. Dempsy was so invested in, rather than being respectful enough to answer her inquiry. "My premise? I am disappointed that any candidate would deflect an incredibly simple question so quickly." She could at least hear one or two attempts to hide a laugh somewhere in their little group. She didn't bother to look away from him. She wasn't intimidated. His look had given her no pause, nor had his attempts to avoid her question.