Ms. Menides realized that Caitlin would not answer her. Regretfully, the Headmistress thought: she never enjoyed resorting to this. But there was a reason she was the Headmistress of this school: a Fury always had something up her sleeve.
She looked at Caitlin. It was an impenetrable, overwhelming gaze that could swallow anyone whole. It plunged you in the depths of eternity, right back to the starless beginning and then, it showed you. It was a look that could cow dragons and intimidate manticores. It was a look that held up a one true mirror for yourself and, in Caitlin's case, it confronted her with herself. It showed her a glimpse, fleeting and ethereal, of what her future would hold if she would continue on this particular path. It was the most effective scare tactic in the world.
And then, the moment was over and Ms. Menides' office returned. The Headmistress sat in her chair, inscrutable, unmoved, before she blinked. "I have all the time in the world, Ms. Murphy."