December 10th, 1894 — Professor Lyra's Office, Mid Afternoon

It had seemed a natural suggestion when she left Samuel. His niece was now his ward, and she knew without asking that made the girl precious to Samuel. Themis hadn't known the two were related, but for five years, Miss Eleanor Griffith had delighted her as a student and made her fight off a smile on more than one occasion. The girl didn't know she was pretty, and Themis would wager that she hadn't heard how clever she was nearly as often as needed. Themis had seen glimpses of herself in the awkward, long-limbed girl with the mess of blonde curls. Perhaps that was why she mentally cheered for the girl whenever she had the nerve to speak up in class and why she had mourned losing her to the marriage mart. Any father who knew so little of their child as to think Miss Griffith would be better suited to marriage than education was an idiot who had no right directing their fate. When Samuel had told her that his niece was back at the castle, Themis had been surprised at how much the news meant to her. She had a soft spot for Miss Eleanor that had nothing to do with her uncle. All the same, when the Ravenclaw entered her office, Themis felt her heart clench.

"Miss Griffith, thank you for coming to see me. I understand an owl from a past professor may be alarming, but this is a friendly call, I promise." Themis gestured her past her work desk and toward the plush chairs around the fireplace in her office. "Please, sit. Would you like tea?" She taught for a living and yet, suddenly, one young witch had her nervous in her own domain. That boded well for the evening.

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