Quite frankly, Daisy wasn’t quite sure what in the hell Sutton wa thinking. The girl clearly wanted this meeting to be over, so why would she even consider dragging it out. The only thing the professor could come up with is that the Ravenclaw girl really wanted to postpone her consequence as much as possible. Or maybe even drag it out in hopes that she could get out of having one. Really, whatever the reason was, it was quite annoying to the head of house, but she chose to keep her expression as neutral as possible. Really, though she would never want to or admit it, she could do this all day. If one thing growing up with three annoying sisters that surprisingly reminded her of Sutton taught her, it was how to be stubborn. She may have done it in a shy manner when it was a confrontation between her and her sisters, but she didn’t back down or give up on what she standed for. Hm, that sounds a little more like a Gryffindor. Maybe I should tell Samuel. Daisy almost laughed at her thoughts. She really wasn’t too much like a Gryffindor. No, Ravenclaw had always suited her nicely.

When looking at the young witch, the older one could see the wheels in her head turning as she arched an eyebrow. Just what exactly is she thinking? It isn’t like I’m giving her some complicated problem to solve that takes time. C’mon Odell, you’re supposed to be a Ravenclaw. Act smart, for once. Daisy stopped herself from her thoughts. The last thing she wanted to do was change how she thought about a student. She still wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. When she stepped back, she could see that perhaps Sutton was considering something, or almost calculating. What exactly? She could have been outweighing the pros and cons, or she could have been thinking something more. Just in case, Daisy decided to stay on her guard and not feed into the young student.

At the girls words, Daisy practically guffawed. Yes, an audible laugh sounded at the sixth year. How could anyone be so arrogant to say that they never make mistakes? Once she was able to get control over her laughter, she looked back at the young witch. “Ah, Miss Odell, your humility is quite outstanding,” she said sarcastically. When Sutton said she couldn’t think of anything she would rather do, the arithmancy professor had to close her eyes to avoid rolling them. Daisy wondered if the guidance counselor could refer this girl for some psychological testing. She figured she should know, but Daisy honestly didn’t know how that worked in the magical world in comparison to the muggle world. Sure, some of the muggle students she taught were referred to school psychologists when they showed symptoms, but what the hell did one do in the magical world? She had concerns as this girl clearly knew how to at least attempt to manipulate. “Call it a hunch that leads me to think you would rather be somewhere else. Now, Miss Odell, allow me to reiterate your options just in case you forgot them. You pick either writing letters or detention with the care of magical creatures professor, and we call it a day. Refuse to pick, and mind you delaying the process can be seen as refusal, and I pick for you and you get to have a lovely chat with the headmistress. Which may not be so bad since you apparently just love talking to staff, right,” Daisy said with a smirk.

Sutton wished she could recall the name of her previous head of house, though she figured it was pretty telling that she couldn’t. It meant that the man… or woman… whoever, hadn’t been stupid enough to waste both of their time by having meetings like this. He or she might have tried once back in the day, but that had been so long ago that she couldn’t even remember it happening. It was too bad that Lowry didn’t seem like the type; she looked like she would just love to call her in all the time to be generally irritating and ramble at her. That was too bad, because Sutton had a feeling that it was eventually going to get old, unless she could continue to try to get some kind of amusing reaction out of the woman. She was a natural at reading people, always had been, and it was a skill she had continued to hone over the years. There was something that she sensed with her head of house, that made her believe that she would be an entertaining person to pick apart. It was too soon to tell, but Sutton would have time to figure it out. It didn’t seem like the woman was going anywhere, and that meant that Sutton was sure she’d be seeing her enough next year if she kept up actually wanting to ‘teach her lessons’ about consequences.

But Sutton wasn’t an errant child that needed to understand that every action had consequences. She wasn’t an idiot, and was well aware how life worked. “I don’t see the point in wasting much time with humility,” she replied, shrugging. That wasn’t to say that some choices she made hadn’t resulting in something she didn’t necessarily like, but it was all a matter of spinning any given situation in her favor—and she was pretty damn good at doing that. The entire world was really just a game and while one could stumble along doing the best they could, Sutton found it far better to learn how to play and learn how to predict everyone else’s moves before they made them. Why be humble when she could call that a rather impressive and useful skill? It helped with keeping life interesting, that was undisputable. Sighing histrionically, Sutton made a show of acting like she was attempting to think through her options. The smirk on the woman’s face led her to believe that Lowry thought that she was being incredibly amusing, or at least she thought that she was somehow getting a rise out of her. But it took a lot to throw Sutton off of her game, and a half rate professor with little skill in communication and an apparent lack of knowledge in playing the game was not going to affect her in the slightest. “The headmistress—we’re at that point in the conversation already? I suppose I could deign to help Professor… animal whisperer for a while. He seemed interesting enough.” Sutton answered, knowing that he would be far more interesting than an empty dormitory during the ball would be.

It really was astounding to Daisy just how Sutton had never been confronted before. Just who earth let this child get away with so much? Daisy couldn’t really recall if her head of house would ever have let these behaviors go on without being addressed. Fortunately for the former Ravenclaw, she had never had many meetings with the head of house when she was a student. Regardless, the amount of apparent apathy that her successor had show in regards to Sutton’s actions was quite appalling. The professor found herself wondering why that was. The student in front of her wasn’t really “scary” or anything. So why not confront her? Even if she was scary, it is your job!

Daisy couldn’t help but to wonder just what exactly was going through the sixth year’s mind. She was no doubt thinking something. To her, it wasn’t a really hard question so why she felt the need to put so much thought into it was beyond the woman. Perhaps Sutton was the calculating type; it would make sense given that she was a Ravenclaw. But what could be so damn important that it required intricate planning? The twenty-something witch figured she would learn sooner or later with this one.

When the younger witch said she didn’t see a point for humility, Daisy didn’t bother to fight the half laugh, half smirk that appeared on her face. “Clearly,” she said in response to the completely asinine and arrogant comment from the student before her. It was such a shame that such an ego could grow to such an enormous size that it didn’t care to leave room for anyone else. Not only did this mean Sutton was rather egotistical, but it also conveyed to Daisy that she was selfish. What a miserable little life this one lives.

Settling for ignoring Sutton’s comments about being at the point of meeting with the headmistress and being an animal whisper instead of rolling her eyes like she wanted, Daisy nodded and took a quill and ink bottle out from her desk drawer and sat it next to a piece of paper that sat on her desk. “Very well. I will write up your detention slip to Professor Tennebris and he will be in contact with you. I’m afraid that is all I have for you today, Miss Odell. You are dismissed.” Daisy turned her attention to the blank paper in front of her. She picked her quill up, dipped it in the ink, and began writing in a way that she hoped would dismiss Sutton.

It really did seem to Sutton that Lowry thought any ridiculous punishment that she threw her way was going to have some long-lasting result on her behavior, as if it was something that needed changing and something that could change so easily even if Sutton believed that was something that was necessary. Very little fazed her, and that meant that this detention was going to do absolutely nothing. Sutton found that she was quite glad it was nearing the end of the year, because she didn’t want to deal with Lowry’s attempts of … teaching her consequences, or whatever. Perhaps over the summer, the woman would get the reality check that she needed in order to be effective at this school, as it didn’t seem to be going all that well thus far. Of course, Lowry would have very little problems with all of the boring students in Ravenclaw; in fact, Sutton might be the only one that would ever need to have a meeting with her—in Lowry’s mind, obviously, because Sutton didn’t think that these meetings would ever be necessary if they continued. And if she got hung up on a few days of class skipping and a night getting caught out after curfew then Sutton could assume that she’d be back in this office again at some point.

“Fantastic,” she said, dryly, before getting to her feet. This meeting had hardly been entertaining, though she supposed she had gotten a good idea of the ridiculous mindset of her new head of house. Sutton’s favorite activity was messing with people, and it took really getting into their head to figure out how to. She would have to say that this little talk had helped with that slightly, knowing what to expect of this woman. Lowry might bland, and with a tendency to ramble, but Sutton could make almost anyone interesting if she put her mind to it. She exited the office, letting the door close behind her before laughing under her breath and beginning the walk back to the common room.

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