Peyton was, for once, indoors and inside her office. She had a lot of things to take care of in the Sanctuary and the barn, but she had lessons to write now, too. That part was new to her. At the Center, all she did was work with the creatures all day. The children? Yup, that was a different story altogether.

She was just getting started on planning her very first lesson, when she heard a knock coming from the other side of the door. A student? Already? ...but she hadn't even taught them a lesson yet. Hmm. She hadn't expected them to come so early, but--maybe it was the groundskeeper or something? She had asked him to stop by.

Just in case, she smoothed out her hair a bit and headed for the door. Opening it, she saw--no, not Ali, but a student...with a kneazle. Her eyes flickered from owner to creature then back again. "Well, come in then," she said, brushing back a lose strand of hair. Peyton wasn't overly friendly but wasn't a force to be reckoned with either. She thought it was an appropriate enough greeting for the girl. "I'm Professor Barlow," she said, walking toward her desk. Taking the seat behind it, she looked up at the girl with a look that seemed to ask, 'Well, what is it?'