Celia smiled at the young woman again and reached for fer hand. "Come on dear. First thing we need to do is get you out of that old uniform and into a new one."<br/><br/>She pulled Effie close. "You and I are going to have such fun together, dear. Oh, did I tell you? I'm the deputy head too. That's something of a privileged position for you, dear."<br/><br/>She paused on the steps and watched the general sorting out of pupils to staff taking place. "I do love new arrivals day. Staff are so excited and the new students are always so nervous. Are you nervous dear? You have every right to be, This is a strange place after all."<br/><br/>Celia chuckled softly. It was a kind, friendly chuckle. Deep inside, the deputy head was still that meek, troubled girl that Mistress Shaw had taken under her wing all those years ago and exorcized a demon of self loathing from. She was stronger now, and had much more confidence, but her reaction to many of the poor waifs who washed up at Mistress Shaw's college was always initial sympathy. She wanted so much to teach them, the way Mistress had taught her.