The sculptures were super pretty. And and, they were of creatures, which automatically made them awesome in Emmeline's opinion. The second year sidled closer to the professor's couch, and had ended up perched on the edge of it by the time Professor Marchand had been confused about her husband's condition. She smiled tentatively instead and offered, "They're pretty... I've never been in here before." And she still wanted to see if the igloo held any secrets, but it kind of seemed like it would be hard to hide a secret passageway inside here. Everything was so clear and...not bright, exactly, but full of a sort of light and clarity that the rest of the grounds didn't seem to have. At least she thought so.

Emmeline bit her lip and chewed on it a little, 'cause how was she going to tell the professor something this, um, sensitive gently? She couldn't just blurt the Charms professor's secret out, even if this place did seem pretty private. So she lowered her voice again and went on, "You know... The, um, condition that makes him all tired every month and stuff." She was still sure that Professor Marchand did know her husband's secret, really. Maybe there was some fancy, big word for the condition that Emmeline didn't know or something. Or some other way that adults referred to stuff like that in conversations, like a code word or a secret phrase. That was probably it, mhm.