Summer term at Flint was going swimmingly. This being his first as an actual professor here - a new title to tack on that Basil blustered about with pride, even in his own thoughts - he was rather pleased with the results thus far. Students at Flint were much more advanced, understandably, than even his N.E.W.T.s at Hogwarts and the actual rapture with which they consumed his lecture was…a bit addictive. Of course there were some here that merely studied Transfiguration for the advancement of other areas, to display proficiency in case of need, but more often than not— Basil found he was surrounded by students who actually cared for the art as more than just a passing grade, a stepping stone into something else. He’d made a few connections with interesting aquientences already and now, going into his second of three short months, he was almost grieved as another session found its close. “Essay topics are due in the morning,” he reminded them as the masses slowly trickled out. Turning to his things and tidying the board that had been magically taking notes behind him, Basil hummed pleasantly to himself. He had a few things to grade yet, and a mentoring session to see to that afternoon, but otherwise his schedule was quite open. Perhaps he would go and spend some time in the vast library here if Ida wasn’t otherwise— Hello Professor Foxwood.
A soft, familiar voice infiltrated his thoughts, catching the brunette’s attention. Basil turned, surprised but delighted to see one of his former students. (And not just any student, but Ms. Hermia Bonaccord, who’d been one of his brightest.) “Ms. Bonaccord!” he greeted, the surprise and pleasure evident in his tone as his face lit up with a smile. What a delight it was to see her. “I should hope by this point in our summer term all the advanced classes would be quite well acquainted with their fundamental topics, but only time shall tell I suppose,” he chuckled in response to her opening query. But less concerned with that, he tucked away his wand and gave her his full attention. “And how have your studies been progressing? It’s been some time if I recall, since your graduation.” Two…? years if he was remembering correctly. Hopefully she had been up to something interesting! It was certainly promising to see her here, of all places, rather than out in society— but then again, Basil didn’t exactly keep track of any of his former students that he happened to pass out there in the wild marriage market.