Of course, Desiree wasn't really crying at all.  She glowered at Austin as he walked away, noting the stupid, self-righteous smirk on his stupid face.  It was easy to see, by looking at her, that she was<i>furious</i>.  She turned back to face Professor Weaver, and listened to him give her three days of detention.  She slowed her breathing as he turned to walk away, but then he turned back to her, mentioned something about grappling, and Desiree took another deep breath to calm down.  She could yell, scream, stomp her feet, and cause all sorts of drama and commotion in the hallway outside of the Great Hall if she wanted to, but what would that accomplish?  Probably nothing.  Get her into<i>more</i>trouble, if anything, and she couldn't have that.<br/><br/>Detention for three days and nobody has even started class yet.  That must be a new record.  But being criticized?  By a mudblood?  Yeah, that'd go over well.  But still, cooler heads.<br/><br/>Desiree took the side of her skirt in one hand, inclined her head towards Professor Weaver, and curtsied very low in front of him.  "As you wish, Professor, but as for my...'<i>takedowns</i>', they may surprise you," Desiree said, looking up at him through her eyelashes, "When the time is right."<br/><br/>She stood, looked up at him, arched an eyebrow and turned, walking towards the Slytherin common room.  If the disdain in her voice wasn't readily apparent when she spoke to Professor Weaver, anyone could have read it in her face.