Creepily staring, a mild start, but she knew this girl could do so much better. At least in the sense of evil. The lack of effort was an irritation to the dean, considering the facts.
“What? I don’t have time for charades.”
Heaving out a sigh the dean swung her cane back around and planted it firmly in the ground. “Favorite? Mm, don’t overestimate your value to me. I moderately 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 your presence, but does that mean I even like you? Maybe maybe not.”
Eyes glancing at the shorter woman she —
It was almost amusing how many students attempted to take her cane from her. — though this one 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 succeeded.
Quickly swiping her cane back to her body the headmistress glowered at the girl before her. “Try that again and I’ll have your head mounted.”