Oh Nadia, Nadia, Nadia. Just had to say 'prisoner', didn't she?

Liatris gave a sigh. The other students were... interesting. Very interesting indeed. The girl with the ponytail also worked in the muggle world, and she seemed a bit... closed off. Hm. Mouse-hat boy was cute, she had to admit, albeit a bit odd. The other boy... well. He mentioned something about setting fire to a feild. Strange. Liatris wasn't sure if they could learn to cooperate with each other in such a competitive environment; then again, Liatris and social skills were not the best of friends.

This Howl however continued to intrigue her; he really did appear to want nothing to do with them. He called her Greyweather--mistake or not paying attention? Further observation, Liatris surmised, was needed. But she did notice he faked it rather well-- at least he tried to show some willing to be interested.

So, when Howl announced that he actually didn't have any need for them or had no desire to teach them over the summer, it came as half a suprise to Liatris. Having good sense Liatris grabbed Nadia's sleeve to make sure she didn't book it out of the room. Frowning slightly Liatris decided to hold back the comment on the tip of her tounge-- for now.