Originally Posted by Presley Black

After being sent up by the Headmaster, Presley stepped into his office and a little awkwardly didn't know what to do. She stood in the center of the floor and waited for Tate. She was more than a little nervous at this point. Based on his body language by the gargoyles it seemed he was unwilling to agree with her just because she'd waited a year, and worked harder than ever before in her life for the entire year.

She stepped slightly toward a grouping of pictures and glanced at them. It seemed Tate had been to almost as many different places as she had, but he had met more influential people she was sure. Pres usually wasn't allowed along to her fathers meetings with the high class of the wizarding world. She instead spent the time in other countries as a tourist, visiting the sights, and above all, learning the history of them from her tutor. But she had so much fun. Especially on that Egypt trip last year with Elliot....

She scanned her eyes across the whole room, noticing the paradox's in it. The desk wasn't cluttered, but her eyes automatically caught several stains from glasses not being set on coasters. It seemed her Headmaster was a tidy man, but not a particularly obsessive one. It was nice. Amost comfortable. Presley had never been in such a strange type of room. In her experience, rooms were either kept in absolutely perfect order, or they were a mess.