Ivy shrugged her shoulders. "It's been decent," she said. She had not been put in undue danger, and no one had tried to kill her. Well — Crain had maybe tried to kill her. She had gotten locked in a haunted house with Mr. Davies a few weeks ago.

"And how are the students?" Ivy asked, enthused. She could not imagine having to deal with children on a regular basis. At least dark wizards were mostly adults.