Stepping through the door that joined the two offices as the knock rose at the door, Deputy Headmistress St. Claire glanced at the clock.  Late.  She hated it when students were late.  She handed him a cup of tea and waited for the girl to enter with a frown, her glasses sliding to the end of her nose as she glared over them.<br/><br/>(http://i764.photobucket.com/albums/xx285/moiraemon/Yvette3.jpg)