Mortification washed over her in droves as she jerkily brushed off and straightened her dress robes while aiming to give this stranger a snotty look of disdain though her cheeks were radiating heat and she still felt quite a bit wild-eyed from her earlier panic. She tossed her hair back.
"No, this is not a habit," she snapped defensively, quite lying through her teeth as she thrust her chin up in what she hoped came off as an act of defiance and not simply trying to look him in the eyes. It was ridiculous, the sheer size of this man, nay! hippogriff. Never had she been caught like this before, and by some strange person condescending toward her like she was a child! It was intolerable. One small panic attack and suddenly you were a loony. "No one was supposed to open that door—I mean, be in here as well—I just—" she reached blindly for the nearest cloak and tossed it at him. "You should leave!"
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