<strong>Headmaster Cingriffon</strong><br/><br/>The headmaster flashed a wry grin, "Exactly why they were suggested, my dear professor."  Graduates of the special school were all over the place.  In fact, Nacodsaed created an even more exclusive network of graduates than Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, or Durmstrang, even with their houses.  Fewer students meant closer bonds between those who were present and graduated.  Especially after their experiences and the bonds those created at the school.<br/><br/>"Indeed," Brian acknowledged, fully aware of Vivienne's heritage.  That awareness was one reason he was on guard in her presence.  He'd never been a big fan of tattoos, though.  The earlier grin appeared once more.  "Somehow, I imagine young Mr. Mathers is going to have an interesting morning."  His voice dropped a little, a shared confiding, "Might I suggest the north shore?  There's a small colony of salt water merfolk living nearby.  Always an intriguing place to visit.  Sadly, much of the rest of the island is dull compared to the areas around the other European schools, although not without its mysteries.  I've been told there are some redcaps about, some ancient forgotten battle or some such.  Can't imagine why anyone would fight out here, so perhaps it's merely a legend."