"I would have answered an owl," Minerva reasoned, knowing that it sounded completely bitchy but really what did he expect? Skulking about, waiting for her like some demented fool in her room.
A quirk of the eyebrow. "You said mistakes. That's all I could think of. That isn't what you meant?"
Minerva stood, arms crossed and one hand up while she held her fag. She paused, then took a long drag off her cigarette. She held the smoke in for a moment, then exhaled slowly before answering.