It was cool and the leaves around the school were the wonderful autumn browns that signified that winter was approaching. Isla, no, Professor Bowen, wandered across the courtyard having just left a meeting with faculty to finalise the details of her entry to the school. She was very pleased to have been given this job having been told prior that might be an uphill climb for such a prestigious role given her youth and gender, but here she was.

She spotted someone, another woman new to her role as a professor here, she thought she recognised the name from school but couldn't be certain. They had not been friends so she could quite easily been misremembering. Her plan was to have a little exploration of the shared grounds to familiarise herself and what better way to do that than with another potentially lost new hire. She straightened up her coat and called over.

"Professor Crowley." she said warmly, recognising the woman more clearly now she had a face to put to the name, she had such a pale countenance to her and was slightly eerie, but Isla knew it was never kind to address someone's peculiarities. "Isla Bowen, new charms professor. You probably don't remember me, I think I was a couple of years below you when we were here last." She extended her hand to shake in the gentlemanly fashion.