Avery shifted her line of sight from her interlocking fingers to the unwelcoming sight of Carolyn Lilac, the woman which embodied the ideal prefect for any guild. She made an effort to avoid the prefect during the day, knowing full well that Carolyn would dig up some irrelevant reason to punish her. She was too assertive and strict, and simply her presence made Avery nervous. 

Carolyn loomed over her, looking as daunting and fearful as ever. Avery tried to avoid her piercing gaze, which appeared as though it stared straight through her like daggers. She hated being bossed around and told what to do, like some commonplace dog that held little to no authority for itself. But knowing Carolyn, that sort of behaviour was unavoidable in their current situation.

"I got lost," Avery replied in a monotone voice, tucking loose threads of hair behind her ears. She had no reason to be so afraid, as she was genuinely lost in the Academy. Yet the small sense of reassurance she granted herself didn't stop her hands from trembling as she tucked them into her pockets. She attempted to show as little emotion as she could, worried that even the slightest flinch would give Carolyn reason to lash out. Avery continued to stare into the cold floor, her toes curling up in her boots.