The corners of Nadia's mouth lifted inwardly as Rosa held the hand with the pitcher, returning the smile to greet her. Every so often she would summon a new pitcher with the powdered water and feed a new plant.

"Ah, are you? Yes, this is my last year, sad to say," she recounted as she watered another plant. "So, Rosa, what do you think of Hogwarts, I mean - of course, you are in third year that's actually a dumb-sounding question, no?" She looked appologetical as she realized that was a first-year kind of question, not fitting here.

"Well, though... what do you reckon, do you think Hogwarts will close this year?"