Despite the sense of entitlement Peyton felt she deserved, Godric felt otherwise. He ignored her shoes on his sofa, ignored her scathing comments, ignored her general attitude which was right now seriously pissing him off.
"Yes," he said curtly. "You'd be an average, normal girl. You would never have set foot in this place." Not that Peyton needed another excuse to hate her father, but there was one right there. Getting up, Godric gave her one last look. "That's it. That's the extent of information I have on you. Your father made you, and because your DNA is part alien, that is why the magical wards on the school cannot contain you. If you're quite done acting like an ungrateful, irritating brat, please leave. I'm sure you have lots of destruction to cause now that you know you can't be stopped." He did nothing to hied the disdain in his voice, nothing to placate or even remotely pretend as though he had patience. He loved Peyton, yes, but she was doing everything she could to prove just how bitchy she could be, and justified or not, there was only so much of that Godric was willing to take.
"Oh, and perhaps I should mention... Jack has a tracking device installed into your body somewhere." Heading toward his kitchen again, he glanced back at her. "Just in case you do decide to leave here, I thought you should know why he will find you."