Clarita shrugs, like, less than that roomful of mals would screw over the senior class. 

"Shop finals are nastier than math tests, if people can't get theirs in because you blocked off the floor for a week. Leaving aside whether you care if fifty freshmen die to their basketweaving projects strangling them, they're going to have every reason to sabotage your barricade!"

She makes a face. “Fine. It will be harder, but we’ll create movable barricades, and put them up the day before. Everyone can deal with one less day.”

"I hope for your sake you're not wrong about that! I guess as long as we're doing mana handouts we can prioritize anyone running late in shop."

“If it is necessary,” Clarita grits out, “I will personally assist stragglers.”

"See, that'll go over much better than screwing over other people. Well done."

“I didn’t want to lead with ‘procrastinate on your project and the senior valedictorian will do it.’”

"Mine's already done. Let's just not kill fifty freshmen with their own baskets."

“Yes, I agree,” she says, not even slightly glancing at Lucia.

”Good,” Lucia says, “if you need backup for finishing projects, tell them to show up just before dinner while I’m glowing.”

"Anything else to cover just now?"

Clarita glances discreetly at the Golden Stone Sutras. “Not unless any of you have discovered anything else monumental in the last few days.”

"Nothing new."

“Good to know I can still keep up,” Clarita says, and leaves.

”She’s okay. She’ll improve the average quality of New York, at any rate.”

"Much joy may it bring her."

Shrug. ”As well her as anyone.”  

A few days later, after class, Magnus Tebow and Chloe Rasmussen from New York approach El after class. After a moment’s pause, Chloe elbows Magnus.

”—I’m sorry,” he says with poorly-concealed reluctance. A little more sharply: “I wasn’t trying to kill you.”

"- the hell you weren't!"

“All the crawler had was a mana-siphon spell! It wasn’t going to do anything really awful to you unless you had gone as far down the path of maleficing as Lucia insists you haven’t.”

"I'm strict mana, genius!"

He gawps at her. “Like hell!” 
“Magnus,” Chloe hisses, elbowing him harder.

"I have been my entire bloody life, so, congratulations, next time someone rhetorically asks why anyone would even whip up a mal in their shop in the first place, I can tell them to ask you!"

“Even if you’re telling the truth, I didn’t know!”

”Magnus.”

”And if it did turn into a mal, Lucia was right there, it would have been—ow!”

Chloe has stepped on his foot, hard. “Magnus stop making things worse you are here to apologize.”

"So you only wanted to give me the ague, which as we know never kills anyone here in our safe haven."

“You’re Lu—ow!”

”What Magnus is trying to say” Chloe says, glaring at him, “is that it was stupidity and not malice,” she pauses, evaluating the plausibility of what she just said, “mostly not malice, and he is very sorry.”

"I acknowledge that you are stupid. Was there anything else?"