Ophelia actually smirked, taking a step back so she could see the girl when she emerged from the other side of the statue. "Getting in trouble is not something I'm worried about, girl. But you should be."

Her fingers drummed lightly on her hip as she spoke, and her irritation was showing plainly on her face despite her smirk. In fact, it might even be showing up in other ways...the occasional flit of a black tendril slipping out of her clothes before it righted itself. Very quickly, a split second sort of thing.