Walking up to the dais where the staff table stretched out, still empty save for the headmistress and a ghost, Louisa was struggling with the pouch attached inside her robe. She shouldn't have sewed it in herself, one of the house-elves would've been ecstatic to do it for her - and do it right too. By the time she was standing in front of the woman and the ghost, her robe was almost inside out and apparently the small pouch refused to remove itself. EH, whatever. She reached in for the brooch and got it out.

"Hello headmistress... Baron." A nod at each of them before Louisa slid the cursed piece of jewelry across the table and toward the woman. "I think this still belongs to you." Louisa would've tried blasting it if it was hers. "I hid it with me when Isfret showed up at the library and then things were... - well, I didn't get the chance to give it back before now." Coz BOOKS were on fire! That was enough reason for anyone to get traumatized and forget stuff.