The smile that touched Miss Shaw's lips turned bemused as she heard the faint knock. She knew of course who stood outside and why. She also knew what the teacher was thinking by now. It had been several months since these extra lessons had began and they were still learning each other.<br/><br/>"Come in!"<br/><br/>Her tone was sharp, demanding and commanding. She flexed the cane between both hands before tapping the tip of it against the heel of her shoe as she waited. She stood there in a comfortable blouse that the buttons were open just enough to reveal the top of a large cleavage, a dark brown tweed appearing skirt followed her body down to just above her knees while black tights clung to her knees, to her small ankles and around her delicate feet. Until the point of picking up the cane she would have appeared like every other Head Mistress. Though now the cane itself spoke of her in another way, ther way she held it assured any that may have seen her of being well practiced with it.