Nana glanced up as... one of her colleagues, a lanky man with white hair and.. A banjo ever so casually slung over his shoulder. He dressed like one of her old Professor's a university, but at least this man's clothes had no holes, and didn't reek. Small Blessings. "Good Evening," Nana replied, owing her head softly to man and offering him a small smile. She was struck by his energy. "Yes, it is. Transfiguration is my one true love." That wasn't quite a joke.

"Oh, how lovely, Herbology is lovely. It is a pleasure, Professor Myers" She reached out, shaking his hand. "Nana Ichihara." Silently, she hoped he wouldn't butcher her last name as most Westerners did.

"Thank you. You look very elegant, Headmistress." Nana said, turning slightly in her seat to glance at the auburn haired woman, whom she had only briefly met, but already had a warm regard for. She held back an amused smile at Moxley's comments. Relaxed was certainly the word.

"Hello, thank you." Had she met this woman before? Perhaps when she'd stepped in for her interview, in which she'd forgotten both the woman and her name, and that wasn't only unprofessional, it was awfully embarrassing. "I'll make sure to save room for... Pudding.. " Pudding? she wasn't a fan, unless it was banana with vanilla wafers and whipped cream. She found it a bit strange to be so excited for pudding. there was that culture divide she tried well to avoid.

"Yes, are you going to be serenading us, Professor Myers?" she said, echoing the other woman's question.