You're nothing. Worthless. Pathetic excuse for a Seer. Fraud.
Did they think so little of her now after she had shattered the windows? Minerva's retort had hit a nerve, delving up so many taunts she had suffered during her short life. As a result, windows behind the staff dining table were torn apart with such force that it had knocked the table over. It had only been a bout of anger, a simple thought that had caused the incident. And now professors stared at her in horror, though there was no proof that she had done a thing. Students' faces glazed over with fright as they looked to their teachers for an explanation.
Oh, it's nothing, dear children, Sybill thought. Just Professor McGonagall making another sarcastic remark for no reason at all. Just Professor Snape giving a tight-lipped smirk. Just Professors Flitwick and Sprout giggling like children. Just the Headmaster not saying a damn thing to put an end to the insults.
The poor children probably thought the school had just been attacked, but her colleagues would know better. They knew they had pushed her too far. One look at her fists clenched so tight that the knuckles had gone white was enough. The shaking of her shoulders, now too thin from the years of stress and lack of appetite to hold her shawls up properly. Why had she come down again? To have another go at being civil with the rest of the professors? No, no, she was always civil. They were the ones with barbed tongues and icy glares. Rising from her seat, she stalked out of the hall.
She hoped they would remember this. She hoped when she met them in the hall that they would take pause, too frightened to utter a word. They had no idea the strength of her magic. Next time, window panes would not be the only thing she would shatter.