Getting up from her seat, Isabelle walked over to the door of her office, opening it just a tad to see who was outside. Spotting a rather bundled up child - at least she assumed it was, due to the size of them - she pulled the door open even more. "You poor thing, you look soaked! Have you been out in the snow?" That probably sounded like a silly question. They must have done. Either that or bathed with their clothes on, and then came to her office without changing first. Duh.

"Come in, come in! Warm yourself by the fire. How can I help you?"