It was rather generous of the girl in front of her to share how selfish her desires truly were. Phinea expected no more of people. In a way it was refreshing to see the cold calculations of how someone's actions, which society took as social norms or as some social kindness, and see that they were only an issue of self-preservation, in one form or another. "No one's life is in danger," Phinea spoke firmly. Her mind was as agile as it had always been, and her sanity had never been drawn into question, for there was no reason to do so. Anger at the disrespect of her institution was the sane response. Had she been nonchalant, Phinea would have had to request someone bring her to a healer at once.
"Searching for a secret not yours is always disrespectful," Phinea countered. She knew many of the stories about Hogwarts, and some of the books she read even wrote about them. Many of the secrets she knew. A few others were incomplete. None of them had to do with gouging out stone. "Has your name changed in such short time?" Phinea required with sarcasm, "Just the other day it was Greta."