ΒΌ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls Phew.
Cosgrach knew better than to show her his nervousness and then relief, but he was very relieved. He wanted to flash her a cheeky smile, but refrained from doing so. His smile was as arrogant as he could muster. He wasn't going to hold it against her, now that she hired him as a professor. He was even going to be nice and just leave it at that arrogant smile, and not force her to read his books. "Yes," he said to starting this September, "If you mean Mistress Lafay, I've heard her... fame." He grinned. "So I think she's only made my job easier." In disciplining the students, at least. He knew he was good in potions, so he wasn't worried about being compared with her. "Any chance my office can be somewhere with real windows, at least?" He wasn't going to push for it, but he would be a more pleased professor if she could arrange that. |