 Wowza!
What. The. Bloody. Hell?
After getting practically thrown out of her chair by some ruddy cane, Willow had remained standing while the rest of the class not only kept their seats, but had also sold their souls to ... to ... that Lunatic Lord What's-His-Last-Name.
Because clearly, in Willow's mind, if you bowed to a man who had so rudely stolen her seat, it meant you must have sold your soul.
Sheep.
And her father would most definitely hear about the way she'd been treated, that was for certain. Never mind that she never wrote to him and had pretty much avoided him during the entire summer. Never mind that.
But she was going to play it cooool with the lunatic. So, with her usual apathetic expression clouding her face, she began in a perfectly polite, yet cool tone, "My name is Willow Kovac, I'm a seventh year Ravenclaw and the Quidditch Captain." Maybe she should go to VINDICTUS and complain about Borr's ridiculousness to her head of the house. And yes, Willow had 'forgotten' to bow because she did not bow to anyone but -- Well, Willow Kovac didn't bow to anyone. Period. "And my ambition is ... well, I do believe that is personal, Professor Borr."
She was not calling him Lord.
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