Ah, another term had come and gone. Lady Helena glided gracefully into the Great Hall, pausing at the table of her mother’s house. “Good evening, students,” she greeted the group. “I hope this term has been intellectually stimulating for you.” She would certainly have a word with the staff if she learned it had been otherwise.

Spotting two seventh years, she smiled. “I believe congratulations are in order, Mr. Branxton and Miss Ashbury-Hawhtorne,” she said. “What are your plans after graduation?”