She walked in. Angry.

Yes, you, angry.

She was going to scribble a note...no an essay..to her father. He had been wrong about EVERYTHING pertaining to the castle and conduct of things. Things. Mad hatter things. First was the sorting hat, then the food, the payment counter, the classrooms...funny teachers...what was this? School?

NO. No. Have to write to father and ask him straight. Was this a bad joke?