Amy had been allowed in. She didn't know whether this was a bad sign, or if she should feel patronised. Uhm...Slowly, the potato made her way into the room, her loose hair bouncing slightly, a comb stuck in it at the back. Yes, she looked slightly ridiculous, but it looked better for her argument. Amy kept her head down as she shuffled her small feet over to the professor, staring intently at the yellow of her tie. It wasn't until she was infront of the desk, she spoke, still looking at her feet/tie

Professor, I wanted to appologise for my rudeness earlier

There. That was a good start. The difficult bit was keeping her tone polite and not retorting or pulling faces...she was certainly not out of the woods yet