Phinea knew the stones well, in the castle as she knew it, and she had taken the time to get check on this castle, to make sure it was like the one she had become so intimately familiar with over the years. A place was important, and the place one was at ... Phinea focused on the matter at hand, on the gouge into the stone the girl had been making. Incomplete as it was, Phinea did not know what it had been meant to become. But that wasn't the point.
"Should you be concerned for my health, you would not damage these walls," Phinea responded, not frightened in the least by the tone used against her. Her eyebrow had gone up, half-inviting the girl to finish her sentence honestly. But there was no answer to it at all. "The number of Hogwarts that exist does not change the respect it deserves. Real or feigned, your action shows poor attitude for that of the castle and the institution," Phinea responded, sounding almost like a teacher, if an impatient one willing to speak back more to the students than most. "And you did wrong, even should you have no remorse."