She paused, nose pinched in confusion. A pun? What did he mean? She hadn't intended anything she'd said as a pun and wasn't sure what would be taken as one until he clarified with his next statement. Instead of apologizing, she huffed. And Victor called her sensitive! When she reacted it was because he brushed her off or insulted her! He was going to get worked up because she used the word hollow? What did she now need to change her whole vocabulary because her brother wanted her to tiptoe around the fact he was dead and a ghost? "No, it wasn't a pun. It was a fact. I would bet money on the fact you don't actually mean half of what you say. Therefore your words are hollow. They have no meaning."

Arms still crossed, she stalked across the room to her writing desk with no efforts to cover her displeasure. She'd have to get Paisley to accompany her to the ministry tomorrow (well Monday, being that tomorrow was a Sunday) to see about wards since clearly he wasn't going to take her demands seriously. It'd chip into her book money but it would be quite worth it to have a locked door actually mean something again. "To who and what do you want it to say?" Beatrice snipped, a flick of her wand - that had been left on the desk the night before - sending her quill floating, posed for words.