Themis turned away briefly to conceal a smile. The poor girl was nearly shaking where she stood, her palpable tension triggering a deep sympathy for the young woman. Themis belonged in any room she entered, but that was a conscious decision. Every force in Society, besides her guardian ironically, had tried to make her grateful for existing. The right to take up space, to be a person with agency and worth, wasn't extended easily and certainly never to a young girl. Themis claimed this right, lived every day in her confidence that she was as worthy as any man around her, but it came with practice. She hoped to share this confidence with other women, like the young one before her, but change was a slow machine, and self-worth was earned and never given.

"Accio," She summoned the tea service to the table in the center of her living space, taking the chair diagonal to Miss Griffith. "How do you like your tea, Miss Griffith?" She asked gently, hoping she could be less of a fear factor. She watched her for a moment, watched her fidget, and felt compelled to expand, "Miss Eleanor," she used the girl's name, wanted her to listen closely. "On my honor, I promise this is a friendly visit. I apologize for waiting so long to speak with you, and I was remiss for not doing so sooner. I wanted to see how you are. I'm sure it is no small feat to adjust to life back at Hogwarts when you were not expecting to return."

Placing two sugar cubes in her teacup, an action she did with a convivial wink to Eleanor, Themis poured her tea and waited for the girl to voice her preference. Surely, Miss Griffith had the nerve to state her tea preferences.

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