Professor Carrow's face fell when the bratty little student talked back to her. That would not stand. "Miss Fawcett, you will find that you think you know all there is to know after sixteen years on this Earth. I assure you, you do not. I also assure you that language like that spoke to me will not be tolerated."
Her admission of failure halted the punishment to come but it wouldn't delay it forever. Her outburst needed to be corrected. How would a student learn if she was not corrected?
"You imagine correctly. Now, you will see that for your little outburst before. Stand up and place the palms of your hands flat on my desk," she ordered.