[She doesn't know what he's going on about, but it doesn't matter. Once everything is complete she'll put on the performance and get the punishment put behind her.
She tacks another staple into the same pamphlet. Then a third, and forth. She's busy, can't he tell? High strung, she doesn't even notice as flowers begin to bloom all over the tree. This is hard. What is she supposed to say to him? Turning back, her eyes lift up to his. The guarded expression softens after a moment.]
I'm sorry, Mr Future President, but the association doesn't have any authority here.
[They are both completely out of their reach. For once, she doesn't have to follow the orders given.]
Not to be rude, but you can't stop me, and I don't have a choice. Stop worrying, though. I'm well aware of what I am, and I don't have the intention of doing anything strange.
[He has no idea what she is truly capable of doing or suppressing, after all, with her being a pureblood.]
If you're so concerned, then just attend the performance. It's the same, isn't it? Overseeing a function hosted by someone like me. Just treat it as another job...