SPOILER!!: honestly? TBH, Like???
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Felixir 
He had stepped away, clearing the immediate danger zone of potential germs, but Daxton still felt that every second he stood in this professor's presence raised the odds of his getting sick. And, being that he kept a great distance between himself and the Healer at all times, if he were to get sick, there would be no choice but to suffer through it. Then he would be even more bored.
There was not much time to ruminate on this, however, because she was still speaking to him. That was good, Daxton supposed. Though social interaction was astoundingly low on his list of priorities, it sometimes helped to break up the monotony of the day, particularly when the potential for ticking someone off was high. He thought he might have managed it now, and that almost made him feel the first stirrings of satisfaction.
Daxton simply looked at the professor for a moment, briefly recalling the classes of hers he had attended, though never really participated in aside from attempting the spell non-verbally and then resolving to try on his own later. There was only so much he could do when speaking was out of the question.
Having looked the professor up and down, Daxton gave a simple shake of the head. An honest answer, this time free of attitude, though it could be difficult to tell with his often emotionless affect and phenomenally unconcerned expression. But no, he had not been, and still was not, intending to remove it.
It was art.
Don't sneeze, Ichihara. You can't be intimidating when you're sneezing. The brunette closed her eyes, attempting through sheer will to keep her mucus to herself as the frustrating feeling of a fast approaching sneeze tickled her nose. Somehow, miracle beyond miracles, she managed to keep it together. Although she could not help but sniffle in a very undignified manner. Of course it was when she had been reduced to a sniveling, red-eyed mess of a woman that she found herself reprimanding a student.
if it got to that point. Nana was quietly hoping the young boy would remove his handiwork and scurry off to entertain himself in less... destructive manners. It would not be a joy, no, she would take no pleasure in punishing the Ravenclaw for his transgression. Not when the boy seemed.... Not quite right. It was strange, but Nana didn't consider the act malicious. It felt decidedly casual, not angry and she simply could not imagine mister Prince was doing it for attention or as an act of rebellion.
And yet, it remained that he had done it. regardless if he had done it casually, with or without anger or any known motives for rebellion, he had purposely ruined a piece of Hogwarts and willfully refused to amend it. "Mister Prince. Traditionally I would ask again, but I don't believe-"
ahem, ahem. Damn allergies. "I do not believe you will answer in a more affirming manner." She paused, dark eyes set on his young features, searching for any indication that he might feel regret. "and so I will avoid asking and simply get to business."
"I believe a detention is in order." She had no time to beat around the bush or play games. She was not Myers who would waste breath on giving the boy chances, nor was she Draper who would likely treat him harshly, she preferred to get straight to the point of things. "I will speak to your head of house and we will work out a fitting punishment as well as a time for it." Nana took out her wand and with a simple flourish she removed the marker from the statue's face, leaving it as dignified as ever.
"I suggest you go back to your common room now, Mister Prince." She calmly added, tucking her wand back into her sleeve.