Hyacinth: I want them all to see that you’re little ladies. They probably think girls with magic are half-wild. Ha!
Everyone else just stares at him, including Aurelie. They don’t think it’s funny. Hyacinth doesn’t seem to notice.
Hyacinth: It’s a good thing we’ve managed to make you all civil. Isn’t that right, Charlotte?
Charlie nods.
Hyacinth, smirking: Sorry, I can’t hear you.
Charlie, speaking out loud: …Yes. That’s right.
Hyacinth stands up, smirking still.
Hyacinth: Very good.
Aurelie and the rest of the class stare at Charlie in confusion and distress. Charlie buries her face in her hands. It’s like a bomb has dropped. Hyacinth walks away, whistling to himself.