Carolyn, who had been focusing so intently on Ivy that her surroundings seemed to blur, immediately snapped out of her concentration at the sound of Mable's plea. Her face lightened at the young girl's (almost) endearing diffidence. Whilst Carolyn betrayed a moment of weakness, however, Ivy's gaze was still resolutely transfixed on Carolyn.

Carolyn's eyes met Ivy's once more and the dissipated rage immediately came rushing back to her, amplified by the quarrelsome and entertained look on Ivy's face.

"LEAVE. NOW!" screamed Carolyn, pointing down the corridor firmly.

"If I was you, I'd stop handing out so many detentions. There are so many other ways to satisfy your ego." advised Ivy, rather ominously. "Unless, of course, you have a predilection for enemies and 'accidents'. Goodbye."

Ivy turned on her heel and sauntered down the corridor at her own ease, leaving Carolyn incensed and positively murderous.

"Don't say anything." she said brusquely to the group, placing her hand over her nose as soon as she was sure Ivy had left. "Just go inside and start... cleaning or whatever."

She hated to admit it, but a broken nose was horrendously painful and she needed to get to the infirmary as soon as possible. It was possible that one of the students here could help her, but her pride would rather have her die than accept help from the very people she had sentenced to this arduous detention. Just as she had little patience for sympathy when it came to others, she had even less patience when it came to sympathy for her. The feeling was foreign to her and she did not like it one bit.

"GO!" she barked at the group .