 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Sylvie didn't remember asking Ainsworth to do much of anything and yet here they were. Confused by Chloe's request to sit, Sylvie nevertheless was about to join her because it seemed harmless when Ainsworth spoke up again and honestly, she REALLY hated this man. REALLY.
And no one's touching her hair. Her hair is her favourite thing about herself right now.
"I'm of age Professor I can choose what colour I want my own hair to be, and it's got nothing to do with school. Even more than Zoryn's soup," she retorted, barely blinking at the points or the threat of detention. She's been in so many detentions this term, what's another one to add to the collection?
Also, Ravenclaw was totally winning the cup this year, so the point loss didn't bother her much either. What DID bother her was his cruelty. His stupid, needless, baseless cruelty. In fact, Sylvie Norcott was starting to think that Scrimgeour HIMSELF would find Ainsworth appalling, because of how stupid he is. Scrimgeour did not like stupid people. Perhaps she should tell him. MMMM. Where's Christopher? Time for another sacking.
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