Sorry. One of the signature attributes of my house at school is pride. Before I came here I was about to start my seventh and final year of school, as Head Girl. If you'd like some tea first, that can be arranged.

[She summons fire of her own, but a cold fire. Rather than it being a little ball, floating in her hand, it looks as though her palm is on fire. She manipulates the flame between her fingers, nonchalantly, smirking all the while.]

I'm sure you could show me things much more impressive than juggling.