Ellie sighed. "I think it's a mistake to assume that the use of profanity automatically indicates a low intellect and a lackluster vocabulary," she recited. She'd had this conversation before and had actually done a little reading on the matter, so she considered herself qualified to rebut Emma's criticism. "Just because a person chooses to color their speech with certain words that are less societally acceptable, doesn't mean they don't know plenty of words that might please the masses a little more."
She settled in her seat, thankful that at least the subject had been shifted away from the color she was wearing (and would continue to wear for the remainder of her school career. She was a Hufflepuff. Yellow was inescapable). "Some experts consider curse words to be the spices of speech. You wouldn't criticize a person for putting salt on their potatoes, basil and oregano in their spaghetti sauce, or cinnamon on their donuts, so I don't see that there's a need to criticize a person for spicing their speech in precisely the same way. The only problem occurs when a person adds too much 'spice', but that's hardly the case here."
For good measure, she stuck her tongue out at the other girl. "So nyaaaah," she jeered, silently cheering herself that she'd managed to get the whole speech out without stuttering or stumbling over her words once.