Professor Kazimeriz came walking down the corridor as briskly as a 103-year old man with a cursed hip and severe arthritis can. He froze in place when he saw Caroline... he was not prepared to deal with her attitude yet, he hadn't even yet had a chance to file a report with the Headmaster for her conduct. He still felt rebuffed and angry-- wounded, even-- over her disrespectful tone in front of the students and her dismissal of his promising sixth year in the hospital wing. Hoping she had not yet seen him, he turned as though he had forgotten something and started ambling in the opposite direction, turning a corner and hoping he had not been spotted.