Ella looked at Terrence warily for a few moments while he spoke and then finally sigh in relent and moved to the side to let him come in. "I'm not having this conversation with you out in the hallway while I'm in my knickers with the door wide open. She was battling between wanting to be bashful about her appearance--because, really, this was not how she'd pictured him seeing her in her knickers (not that she'd ever pictured that at all, right?)--and not caring because he wasn't interested, anyway. Since this was obviously a platonic friendship, it shouldn't matter that she was in her knickers. Besides, it was as though she had anything to flaunt, anyway. She was as flat-chested as a washboard.
She walked back toward her bed and let him close the door himself if he chose to come in. She took a seat on the edge of the bed and curled her legs beneath her. She ignored the fact that he'd said he was sorry because she was still wrapping her head around why he even needed to apologize and what she thought he'd even done wrong in the first place.
"I wrote to my dad. I'm trying to get her at least banned from the Quidditch Pitch and a male teacher hired to teach male students etiquette. With any luck, we'll get her fired completely," she said less enthusiastically than she would have liked. She was still sour about the fact that T was even affected by the stupid bint.