"You don't? Because you're completely ignoring my statements simply because I'm not British-like-you. My points are completely invalid because I am not British-like-you," Adam said, not bothering to move. "So please, by all means, take your toys and run home, because you've no ability to have a civil conversation. Which is kind of fun for me, because by rights, shouldn't it be me getting up and storming out because I'm so very American and you're so very British and would never, ever bend your stiff-upper-lip to flounce out of a room simply because someone had a dissenting opinion?"
"It did interest me to know, which is why I've read Hogwarts: A History." His lip curled entirely of its own volition. "Believe it or not, I can, and do, read. Believe it or not, I can, and do, conduct research before forming an opinion."
"By all means, Professor Wentz," Adam said, reaching down and picking up his own bag and tucking things away rather more neatly than Pete was. "Please feel free to make sweeping judgments of your own, as well as stooping so low as name-calling. Please feel free to come and find me when you're able to hold a reasonable adult conversation with someone of a dissenting opinion without throwing a hissy fit and storming off. You're making such a wonderful case for my opinion of your school and your country."
He slid his bag over his shoulder, and stood. "For the record," Adam said, looking at Pete very seriously. "I in no way find this an inferior institution to my own. I simply find the system flawed. But for what my ever-so-lowly American opinion is worth, should I find myself in England in eleven or so years, I would not particularly mind if my son attended this school, so long as he's served by teachers who are slightly more open minded about differing opinions than yourself."