GoodFellow made several notes as he watched Astrid move around the room. He meant to compare the present behavior periodically every few days to measure her progress.  Colors and arrangements were in a precise organized manner. Something he appreciated. He expected the roll of the eyes at the rules. The litany was boring but it leant itself to other less boring things.<br/><br/>He too appeared bored as she made a fuss with the ipod. Purposefully ignored it. Like a sunning lion at a watering hole near as an unsuspecting young doe approached. He stretched as she asked the timeless question.<br/><br/>“It’s a curious thing. A thing that might cause you a moment of interest and nothing at all, I suppose.” He opened the door and stepped out.<br/><br/>His expectation was one step behind and to the side. She already seemed to understand that requirement. She would need to understand more about their hierarchy in the school.  She was about to get a grown up taste of ownership and so much more.<br/><br/>“My Office is sandwiched between two departments,” He explained with a hint of a grin. “The Department of Deviant Art and Fretted Music. We‘re going to my office first.”<br/><br/>“We shall talk about your training both academic and your service skills. Anything you feel you do particularly well and what you have yet to learn.”<br/><br/>"Do you have anything you want me to know before we get there?" He said as he turned the corner.  It was several building down, just far enough for a brisk walk or lovely jog. They were walking. He was leading.<br/><br/>And they were almost there.<br/>