 Mischievous Niffler
Offering tea and fruit was just pleasantries. It would have been rude not to offer. Malachi's polite refusal didn't come as a surprise.
Pleasantries aside, now they could get on to business. Her expression still somber, the professor uncrossed her hands from behind her back, and went to her seat, just as she'd been commanded. Her chair was slightly raised - ensuring that she would seem taller than whoever was visiting.
The book she had been reading (a King Arthur legend) lay next to the pear bowl on her desk.
"How are you, sir? It's been awhile since you visited me in my office. How can I impress you?" Saying impress instead of help.
The somberness was still there...it would remain until she heard what he had to say. Then it could vanish completely - or crank up a few degrees. Depending on hwhether she was right in assuming this was about the incident that had been on her mind ever since it happened. |