Andrew
Pernilla squinted at Margarita's proposed schedule, then sighed loudly. "I will never get used to needing these," She complained out loud as she fetched her reading glasses and sat back down to actually attempt to parse Margarita's handwriting.

It seemed to go fine.

"Well," She noted, having read the whole thing, "It seems like you've got everything covered, except... Well, I can't give you a day off, but how about..."

Pernilla paused to look over the long list of potential subjects Margarita could have that day. She figured something less academic in nature might be in order. Maybe art, or music, or something of Graham's... All the while, Margarita was talking too, and Pernilla was trying her best to listen. 

"Oh, that works. How about you help out in the kitchen that day? You'll still have to fill out the three blocks in the afternoon, but we can fill those out with working on your powers. Does that sound good?"
John
Even the pair of reading glasses fit Mrs Pernilla, even with the leafy hair. Margarita only wondered if she'd need to wear those too someday whilst Mrs Pernilla read her filled in schedule, hoping that she wouldn't mind the Friday off.

Well, she *Did* Mind the extra day off, but the alternative was acceptable.

"That works, *Si*." She answered. At least one day felt productive, she thought. Better than zero or five of nothing but classes on top of classes. "So... Is everything good? Am I still in trouble, or do I get solitary confinement, or no going outside, or locked in my dorm, or... Anything at all, *Signora* Pernilla? There has to be *Something*." This felt like the fifth time she'd asked that question, but... This all had to add up to something at some point.

"And... Last question," She asked, doubting if her question even makes sense. "Are there any job spots here at Newton's Cradle in the near future? Just some kind of future-proofing, is all."
Andrew
"Solitary confinement? Well..." Pernilla's voice suggested nothing of the sort would happen, even before she had said anything to that effect. She leafed through her stack of relevant documents, finding a single sheet of paper labelled *Rules of Order*. "If you can point out the rule you broke by having those bent little paperclips, maybe we'll consider actually punishing you."

She let herself rest in the chair for a moment as the leaves and flowers in her hair receded. They were quite nice, but she preferred not to keep them around for too long. Ideally, she would be approachable to everyone, and not showing off her powers that much helped with that, in her experience.

"It's going to be a long while before you can get a job here, flower. You can do it someday, I'm sure, but you still need a proper education, and, well, we did just talk about what you'll need for that." 

She leaned in over the table, graceful in her movements yet still careful not to knock anything over. "You know, you should really talk to Graham," She whispered. "I'm sure he'll have some advice for you about getting a job here, if that's what you'd like to do someday." 

She leaned back in the chair as gracefully and easily as she had leaned onto the table, and gave a short sigh of relief. "Well, I think we've covered just about everything. I'll have your classes ready to start Monday, is that alright?"