Once the Head of Magical Creatures had taken her seat, the door to Gevrik's office closed with a solid, ominous click. The man silently watched as Erica took her seat and took her time allowing her eyes to trail around his sparsely decorated office.

He didn't miss a thing about this woman. She was as curious as a cat, wasn't she.

"I've been studying you and reading up on your files, Miss Radley," Gevrik spoke at last, his fingers loosely tapping the armrest of his chair. "It seems you have quite the extensive knowledge of magical creatures and their environments... and is true that you possess a pet phoenix...?"

How interesting - and useful - a domesticated phoenix must be.