Ian downed as the professor spoke to him crossly. She was the professor and he wasn't sure he wanted to call her a Queen if she was going to be all mean and disappointing like. He started to speak, but then she continued and asked about scrying. How could a divinations professor not know about scrying? It was all Hooksteed again. Ian thought about leaving when the professor picked up the snapcup and got angry about it. He watched in abject horror as she dropped the cup and it shattered on the floor. He cried out, Nooooooo! as the little pieces of the cup rested on the ground. His sweet, happy professor was gone to be replaced by this horrid, horrid person. Ian crossed his hands in front of him and put on his unhappy face.