Mitrhail snorted. "I say fine. I am not finished teaching this low-life a lesson," she stated, crossing her arms. Still, she spared a glance at the golden haired woman (Chase) - she gave her the shivers for some reason. She had an aura like her father, except, well, less divine. Less natural too. The Headmaster gave her a similar reaction, which is why she didn't tell him off for interrupting. She didn't know which one was worse.

Speaking of bad feelings . . . that boy that got possessed a moment ago annoyed her. She'd put him in his place later, but she had to ascertain what that possession was.