It didn't say anything in the owl but to be in the dungeons right now. I didn't want to ruin my school robes! Don't want to go around disgracing Slytherin house any more than I already have! She thought irritably. Cambri, however, bit her tongue. Somehow she knew that speaking her mind wouldn't do any good. Might as well not make it worse. She'd spoken her mind. She'd given herself a reason to be here. She wasn't here for Quidditch because she yelled at Professor Vindictus.

When he told her to go to the torture chamber she muttered, 'yes sir' under her breath, then headed out in the necessary direction. He was probably going to say something about faking a good attitude now wasn't going to help any--but nothing she'd do tonight would be any good. Detention wasn't supposed to be fun. He wasn't here to coddle her and praise her good attitude. He was here to belittle her and make her feel like crap. Well. Two could play at that game.