Until they fixed that nasty ceiling drip in her office, Nana had set up temporary court in the empty classroom on the level of the Great Hall. It bore none of the usual warmth she preferred both for own comfort and for any students who came to speak with her, but she hoped she wouldn't be there anymore than a day or two at most. She had laid down a carpet of the plush variety, just thick enough to somewhat bury her toes into behind her desk. And the usual hanging lanterns that cast an ambient glow from the ceiling. It went a long way in putting students at ease. And there was the usual jar of pepper-mints and chili mints on the corner of the desk. One of the latter she swiped and popped into her mouth, relishing the spicy blend of mint and heat as it melted in her mouth. It was quarter to eleven, and she had just seen a first year out of the room after talking with the child about academic pressures. She might have to talk to Professor Smythwyck later about that. It was one thing to not be coddling, and it was an entirely another to treat first years with ice coldness. Barking should be left to dogs, not to professors trusted with impressionable children.
A knock came at the open door, jolting her out of her reverie.