[She glances between the two professors, whose eyes are on her. Everyone's eyes are on her, but she patently refuses to look at any of her classmates. She refuses to move her arms from her sides, or ball her hands into fists, or do anything else that might betray a sense of unease with the situation. Instead, she lifts her chin high and addresses Professor Angel.]
Nothing is wrong, Professor. You requested that I take a turn, and I declined.
[She smiles in a way she hopes conveys politeness, if not sincerity. She will do what she has to to get out of this, but she would like to avoid detention, if at all possible.]
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Nothing is wrong, Professor. You requested that I take a turn, and I declined.
[She smiles in a way she hopes conveys politeness, if not sincerity. She will do what she has to to get out of this, but she would like to avoid detention, if at all possible.]