Professor Schirmer re-entered the great hall after having gone to the kitchens to talk to and berate the elves. She was pleased to see that they had rectified the grime and tarnish, and even managed to provide the feast finally, but her expression was just a little bit weirded out by the whole thing.

It had been passing strange.

She reseated herself with a frosty nod at the headmaster, an almost-but-not quite smile at Josephina who was to show her this article, and a more friendly smile at Edvard, whom she knew, at least. And someone else had shown up and had taken the seat next to hers.

Althea simply offered a respectful nod and then...

... what was this rose for? She stared at it, noted that there seemed to be one for all the female professors and then, with an expression of disdain, she simply pushed the thing off the table edge.

If she wasn't the only one getting a silly rose, she didn't want it.