She was too proper to roll her eyes, so she pretended to have not heard. She led him down the corridors, walking with elegance and poise, chin lifted so she could look down her nose at people. Were there any people to look down upon. Sadly, just him.


The classroom he was brought to was chilly. The desks, though battered and broken, were in neat proper rows. The desk at the front was clear save for a moldy rotten worm eaten apple on one corner. The students desks all had large cauldrons attached. She strode to the front of the room and stood between her desks and the others.

"You may take a seat at any desk in this room other than the one behind me."