The girl who approaches looks younger than her by only a few years, if that, and she's sporting a lovely pale pink crown of roses by which Anne would be fascinated if she weren't busy being so very exasperated. "From other planets?" she says, too surprised to be angry – but it only lasts a moment before her cheeks flush and her eyes flash as her temper gets the better of her. "That is cheating."

In moments of extreme emotion she does, occasionally, revert back to her old italics, and right now she feels very pressed, indeed. She's uncertain who the girl is addressing, but tosses back her braids, lifts her chin, and with her gray eyes snapping with fury she addresses the ceiling.. for lack of a better direction. "I shan't stay at a school that condones cheating," she declares, and marches deliberately along the aisle between the desks, reasoning that there ought to be a door at the end of them.

"Come along; I'm sure we could find much nicer ways to spend our time."