Years of keeping her face straight, as well as her confusion over whether to sigh or laugh or just plain groan with frustration, has made her face turn to impassiveness, almost boredom. This wasn't turning out the way that she'd wanted this class to go. She'd intended to impress... even after the questioning he seemed to have asked for. She wasn't expecting... this. The legends of what happened the last time a ministry worker invaded Hogwarts still haunted the portraits. The Weasley's Wizard Wheezes' owner made no secret of the source of the swamp in the middle of Hogwarts nor the reasons behind it, not to mention the media spectacle between the school and ministry. This was not even mentioning the fact that she ended up being a wanna-be death eater, something the heroes of Hogwarts had not glossed over in the least.<br/><br/>She hoped Xavril knew what he was doing. After all, he would more than likely get detention for this and his head boyship would go under review. It was unfortunate he was their new head of house. She'd have to find someone else to speak to... Professor Gates perhaps... Or Professor Sprout. She was a top student in both classes after all...