"Stop being like that. Get some manners."
Katie Bell groaned in frustration at her mother - she hated being picked and prodded for everything she did, from her wand movements to her dinner manners... it was never enough, apparently Her mother was a glacier - cold and imposing, and would probably be the fate of her just like the Titanic.
"Mkay, mum." In complete honesty, she didn't care enough to form an actual witty and/or respectful answer.
"Don't 'okay' me, Katherine. Do it. Be a little bit more genteel-"
"What the hell does genteel mean?"
Katie's mother's lips twisted into a grimace, but she continued with her reprimanding. "-proper, lady-like-"
"Sorry to burst your bubble, mum, but you're just listing things I'll never be."
Word Count: 125
Alphabet Soup Drabble Competiton, G - genteel
If You Dare Challenge, prompt Glacier