It astounded him to think that even with the time ticking by, Mr. Prichard still hadn't made any attempts to rectify the situation so he could begin his detention. At this rate, Mr. Ashburry-Hawthorne would be done and gone by the time he got started....or maybe not. A deep scowl set in as he considered the boy.

"You'd been doing well until the end of that statement, Derfael." He didn't remember asking his take on what an entitled person was or was not. A part of the problem with this one was his insistence on saying unnecessary things that the man had no use for. Answered questions, but tacked on things that diminished the response itself.

"But for the larger part, it sounds as if you've got the right idea. Whether you agreed with my statement or not, further interrupting my class to voice this was not the way to go about it. I have an office. You were welcome to try changing my mind there when I was no longer in the middle of delivering a lesson. There's a time and a place for everything. There's also a right and a wrong way to address a Professor. I don't want to have to tell you any of this again." In fact, he wouldn't. This was a first and last warning for the boy.

"Begin with the stack to your left." Dusty tomes and other writings. "Be careful of any insects that might be buried in them. Surprise is not excuse enough for screaming." In case the Hufflepuff was so inclined. "Remove the dust, get them onto their shelf by subject then alphabet."