Tea...

She needed tea...

It seemed like a good idea to use her teapot for a draught of living death potion when all her cauldrons were being used... but now it was simmering and she couldn't very well brew a cup of calming tea in it. She was going to have to get some tea from the staff room...

... people were there.

She ignored them at first, and made her way with her teacup (and saucer) to the teapot brewing water. She poured the bubbling water over her own mix of herbs in her cup and closed her eyes, taking in the scent as it steeped in front of her. She took a sip.

Mmmmm.... Better.

She opened her eyes and looked at the other two professors. "Schirmer, Roslund."

Ok, formalities were over... she'd greeted them... now back to the tea. She sipped again.