Yes. They would be getting into the how at some point. Calvin conjured himself a chair and took a seat as he gazed around the room once more. He listened while the Hufflepuff explained. To his credit, at least he got half the answer right. The man nodded slowly, returning his gaze to him. "Is that the only thing you can think of that might, in hindsight, have been a bit disrespectful?"

There was something, it was appalling, he was sure he could figure it out.

Fletcher thought back to Mr. Prichard. The fact the door hadn't been knocked told him the boy still didn't know what needed to be done or was refusing as he had the stubborn tendency to do. Either way, it was his metaphoric funeral. They would be here as long as it would take and if the boy got done at 5:59 am, he would still have to go jogging, on time by 6, unless he wanted further punishment.

"I'd rather we not spend the entire night on this, Mr. Ashburry-Hawthorne, and I have no doubt you're an intelligent boy who would've come to the conclusion without my help, but here's a hint. It's got to do with the level of control you don't seem to have over your mouth."

Clear enough?