Elena wondered if the Professor standing before her knew how many essays she’d written for his students. She understood many things, but his abilities were not one of them. She hadn’t seen his course as one that was as necessary as a more crucial class, but she greatly respected him. It was an interesting thought to have as she sat there on the floor. She paused, debating on whether sitting there miserably would be better than drinking tea. She decided the latter would be a better option. “I’d be happy to join you for some tea Professor,” she said while standing up. “But I doubt I’ll have much to say. I can’t remember anything about the night anyway.”
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to talk about that. Complain about your class load or tell me what you plan on wearing to the Halloween ball, I don’t mind. Or you can talk about Matthew. He took Divination to OWL level, as I’m sure you knew. I didn’t have a personal relationship with him, but I was fond of him.” It felt inadequate. It was obviously inadequate. He heard her stand and started in the direction of his rooms.Â
