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XanaSnape Kazimeriz met Violet's glare with a level gaze. "Miss Black and Mr. Trigwell. Since it seems Miss Riddle has a taste for belligerence, I will not cause her dawdling to waste any more of your precious study time. You are both excused." He did not take his eyes off the girl.
He levitated cleaning supplies over to the workstation, and then cast a sticking charm on her feet so she could not run from the room. "You will clean up this workstation... but now, the only time you waste will be your own." He turned away from the mute child.
"How is Mr. Pryce managing, Mr. Upstead?" he asked casually.
Riddle had crossed the wrooooong professor. She would learn.
Violet rolled her eyes. She tried to say
Im not scared of you, but she still couldn't talk. She picked up a cleaning supply and had no idea what to do.
My maids do this work!! thought Violet. She got a piece of parchment and and wrote:
"What am I supposed to do? By the way Im not scared of you!!"