Matilda had never been one to support misconduct, even though she had plenty of it in her past herself. She had almost blown a fuse when she had seen a student, a prefect, hit another student. The girl who got hit seemed to be calm about the situation, despite her appearance. Well, really, she was bloody and crying, it was not a good mix. She should wash her face off in the Girls' Lavatory or something, but before the Divination professor gathered herself together well enough to say something about it, the girl ran off.
"Miss Eclan," The brunette woman phrased, narrowing her eyes slightly at the redheaded girl in fron of her, "Just what, exactly is going on?"
To say she was angry was more of an overstatement. She was disappointed in the Gryffindor prefect to represent such conduct in such a public place. Had she not been thinking? The heaviness of Matilda's French accent thickened when she was angry, and she wouldn't be surprised if she came off as kind of.. intimidating? That wasn't her goal, being a typical Papillonlisse girl herself, but if the time called for it, so be it. This was unacceptable in every aspect, and she wouldn't have any of it.
- 𝑀𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓁𝒹𝒶 𝐵𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈, 𝒟𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓇.