Frustrated, Orinda blew air out of her nose in a loud sound of aggravation. She knew he was right but it wasn't fair. He was in the wrong-- he was acting like a jerk to her and all because he thought she was less of a witch and as a person because she wasn't a pureblooded idiot like he was-- and she would be punished for it. If she knew any charms that would make his pants fall down, she'd do it. Even if she did have to lose points to do it. She'd gladly take the reputation ding and the loss of points to make the jerk feel as embarrassed as she felt right now.

"I'm going," she said hotly. "And not because you're telling me to. But because I want to. If you think you're better than me, so be it. Everyone who can see anything knows that I'm better than you. And mainly because you're a giant stinky head!" Turning around, Orinda stomped up her stairs, pausing at the very top where he couldn't see her and stuck her tongue out. Giant stinky head indeed.