Mattie smirked, this was more fun than she had expected, "But Mr. Blackstone I thought your problem was with how much attention I was giving you not my tone or attitude." There was mock innocence in her voice as she sized the teacher up, her confidence rising as she sat there.<br/><br/>"I'd say were getting along pretty well, as for my comment about the files. I had only assumed that where you laid claim to already knowing so much about me, that all the information you needed was in that little manilla folder sitting on your desk with my name neatly typed on it. If you wish to know my interests without taking a piece of paper as your guidebook to all that is me? Well then I'd happily tell you that aside from loathing the ones who created me, I enjoy music in almost any form, working with animals, and theater."<br/><br/>With her music played firmly tucked in the pocket of her sweater Madison stood up and put the sweater on. The room had a bit of a draft at the moment, or was that a side effect from the sun? Oh, well. "Mark made your job easy. It appears that house rules and school rules are almost exactly alike. You won't find a thing in there aside from tacky clothes and some of my own. Also if you do find anything blame my father, he's the one who packed my begs after searching everything." She threw her bags onto the bed, and stepped to the foot, "It's all yours sir."