Miss Whitledge had been on edge since she had arrive din his classroom, that much was obvioius, na dher muttered exclaimation at his praise of Mister McNair was final proof positive. He wasn't one to give out detentions willy nilly, and even less so against his own house, especially the likes of Miss Whitledge who was a superior student. Her mastery of the animagus transformation well ahead of expectation, and her age was proof enough of that. It had been enough even to impress Archimedes, who had nodded thoughtfully and asked for her to be pointed out to him.

When the rest of the class left, she started by apologising, but he gestured into his office, and took a seat behind his deak. 'Take a seat please Miss Whitledge' he gestured to the ladies chair which sat opposite his desk, in his office. Normally the chairs defauly position was as a gentlemans chair but would augement itself to suit the gender of the person taking the seat; the lowered arms of the ladies chair necessary to accomodate the skirts of the young ladies.

'Have you thought about what your prospects are after your schooling is complete?' he steepled his fingers before his face. Having recently had a similar conversation with Miss Lestrange he was curious as to wether their answers would differ.