Well. Her pun was poorly received by everyone other than Hooper, it seemed, which was not the intent. Even Atlas didn’t seem to care for it, which was whatever. (Although she appreciated Aria’s snort). She didn’t even look at Hooper as he muttered yet another mean remark. The boyfriend thing was not touching a nerve quite like it had at the feast. Perhaps the realisation that it was just a bunch of silly kids who were just trying anything to upset her.

Honestly, being told off by the teacher was upsetting and humiliating, and she bowed her head down throughout. “Yes, Professor Holden, I apologise.” She muttered back. Ya stand up to the bullies and get burned! Didn’t seem fair. She wasn’t going to cry again and give them the satisfaction.

As for the next question, Remy’s attention was fleeting, but she ought to answer something in fears of losing Gryffindor more house points. She knew some knowledge of both tournaments, but it took her a moment to think about it. Spouting facts about specific people wasn’t easy. “All participants of the Triwizard Tournament, bar one,” Remy had forgotten her name, honestly, “were talented Quidditch players, and their athleticism could have helped them with their challenges.” Her hand dropped sloppily to her side after she had answered.