Being told she was wrong was not a phenomenon Pet could say she'd experienced very often at all. Rarely had she ever walked into a classroom unprepared for the class, nor did she typically volunteer answers in class unless confident she had the correct one. She mollified herself with the thought that it would have been nigh on impossible to give him the answer he'd wanted when he hadn't corrected her initial guess as to what the brains did, nor could she have tried researching the things when she'd had no recollection of them until a few minutes ago.

She was fairly certain that color had risen to her cheeks as he spoke, betraying her discomfort. She forced herself to ignore it. "Yes," she replied, her voice sounding more assertive than she felt. She'd not known exactly what to expect and even what he'd said hadn't fully enlightened her, but it certainly sounded more or less like the impression she'd had of the department. Mystery was a self-explanatory only in that it explained nothing, and it wasn't as though she could have asked an Unspeakable, the clue was in the title. Pet was starting to wonder whether he'd granted her an interview to make her squirm for the part she'd played in his injury. If that was the case she couldn't fully blame him but she also wasn't going to let herself crumble so easily under his scrutiny. "It is."

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