Her last first week of classes was over and - at least as far as she knew - they had managed to get through the week with only minor inconveniences rather than an all-out disaster. Which, honestly - when compared to last year - Sobie would count as a victory. The last thing she had to do, or the last thing she had scheduled was a meeting with Ms. Clearwater who she had, so far, only seen in passing this week. If she felt busy she was sure it was even worse for the matron. Sobie acknowledged she probably wasn't the comforting presence the first years would seek out when they were homesick.

The matron's parlor had always been cozy and the scent of old books had always been enough to make her relax. "Ms. Clearwater. Thank you for taking the time to meet with me," Sobie returned, following the matron into the room. "Yes, they all have been. With N.E.W.T.s this year, all the professors have certainly driven right in. I think Grandfather in particular has high expectations."