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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.


Maybe she was not sick, Daxton thought in a moment of dawning realisation. Maybe she had been crying. That usually made people bleary-eyed and sniffly, and it was far more favourable than that she was diseased and breathing said disease all over his air. But just because it was favourable did not mean it was true, and so Daxton kept his distance even while ruminating on what might have made the Transfiguration professor cry.

She was still talking at him though, so Daxton was still listening. He kept watching, waiting to hear what she had to say in the face of what he supposed was considered a transgression.

Detention, then. And she would be speaking to Kitridge. Neither of those outcomes filled Daxton with much regret, fear, or shame. On the contrary, he was torn between feeling a complete lack of concern and slight satisfaction about livening his day up a little.

Remaining silent, Daxton's eyes followed the path of the professor's wand, removing his art and eliciting the slightest of frowns from his own features. He had been hoping to see how long the additions to the statue might last, and here was that plan scuppered. Still, it did not matter so much.

Looking back at the professor, Daxton nodded his head hit the once. Before he moved along, however, he stood staring at her for just a moment longer, tilting his head ever so slightly. And then the moment passed, and Daxton nodded once more and went on his way, shoving his hands into his pockets as he did so.
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