The seven Montgomery Hall students sat in an orderly row, each occupying a chair that had been carefully arranged. They were dressed immaculately, their postures stiff, though their expressions ranged from bored to defiant.
Li, always the first to speak his mind, leaned forward in his chair. "Ma'am, this is so unnecessary," he said, his tone laced with irritation. "If you have an issue with some of the students, you don't have to drag all of us out of class for this. We have lessons to attend, you know."
Before he could continue, Amélie interjected, her smile growing sharper. "Oh, but I do have an issue with all of you, not just some," she said, her voice crisp.
Li blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Pardon?"