Sophie Melita was one of those people who had forgotten all about the aging process and the fact that 'almost forty' wasn't 'almost four'. The thirty-eight (and a half) year old witch came skipping down between the house tables carrying a plate of cookies in one hand and wearing a huge grin with pink lipstick to match the pink bow in her hair. Her robes were immaculate which was very surprising as she seemed the type for finger painting and she wore a lapel pin bearing the Slytherin coat of arms.

She beamed up at everyone at the staff table and then walked along the front of it, holding out her plate of cookies. "Sophie Melita, new potions professor. Well, not really new as I've taught potions at Hogwarts before but, new to Belle's School of course," she giggled. "So nice to meet you. Have a cookie? I bake them fresh every day, you know. Now don't go asking me for my secret ingredient."

"Oh! A student! How are you dear? Doing okay? Here, have a cookie," she beamed at the student who was making a ruckus, not that Melita noticed.