"No professor." Celandine disagreed politely, quite sure there had to be SOMETHING in there.

"But there are three of us and how do we know what order to walk through the door? And to judge each other..." Cela went wide eyed and looked at Raiden and Miles, moved between them and caught both of their chins, giving their faces little shakes.

"Well we know I'm prettier AND older than Miles and Raiden, but they're both snoggable sixth years miss, so who goes first?"

She patted Raiden's cheek and then Miles, both fondly, almost affectionately.

"I don't mind going first professor, even though I'm not the youngest." And obviously, she was the prettiest so the order would be messed up anyway.

She stepped forward when Miles sat down and then gave him a LOOK.

"Be good Miles?" She asked him softly, dark eyes big and imploring.