Greta's temper flared. She knew Cam was being sarcastic but yes. Yes she did. She wanted him to summon Professor Darrow to tell her that she was a witch. She doubted Cam could do it though and hated that he'd suggested it. She hated that he didn't even consider that she could be a witch just like him and automatically assumed that she was a muggle. That she hadn't even had the disappointment at not recieving a letter yet and he was trying to- trying to- shut her out of this big portion of his life and her life. Magic even if she couldn't use it was a big portion of her life and had been from the moment he had recieved his letter and it had just become increasingly part of her life since her mother marriage and the introduction of her stepfamily.

Her eyes flicked back to him. She shot him her most scathing glare but held herself back from retorting - mostly because she couldn't think of anything to say and pointedly opened her book. Her chin gutting out in a clear stubborn line.