On seeing that it was a student: young Miss Patil... one of them in any case... Septima had been half-prepared for tears, for excuses, or for wheedling apologies. She hadn't really been prepared for anger and it put her back up.
"If you knew more, Miss Patil," she said lowly, a trace of her original accent slipping into her vowels, "you would say less. I suggest you stand."
Staring down the dark-haired girl, Septima recalled that both Miss Patils were now without magic. Surely the girl couldn't have been responsible for the death, not without magic. But she did seem very defensive...