Louisa surveyed Miss Valenduris with an appraising look before she raised her cup to her lips. It was certainly a good sign that the young witch wanted to carve her own way; to rely on nepotism was something Louisa knew she’d run into at the beginning of her career. Some took advantage of it, and some preferred to be without it at all.

“And admirable goal to have, to be sure.” She supplied simply, before falling silent again and wondering if there was more to it than merely wanting to make something of herself despite the weight of her family’s name. She’d known Miss Valenduris for quite some time, and so could venture a guess as to what the answers to her assumptions were, but preferred to let the girl voice them for herself.