Though she did her best to treat all her students with the same amount of respect and dignity, when it came to familiarity, that depended fully upon Louisa’s relationship with them. And with Miss Valenduris’ relationship to the deputy headmaster, well, it was quite easy to slip into that familiarity. She laughed softly as she sat down at the chaise and gestured for Miss Valenduris to take a seat across from her. “Would you like a cup of tea, or some biscuits?”

In the corner, a low hooting greeted the both of them; Gylfie, Louisa’s eagle owl sat perched in her open cage, blinking great amber eyes whose color was only magnified by the crackling fireplace in the room. Oddly enough, Louisa had found her large companion to be somewhat of an even more calming presence than she expected. “Well your grandfather is right to have high expectations, though I hope you don’t feel too great a pressure?” She returned, tapping her wand on the teapot.