As predicted, a rush of cold air entered the room as soon as the door opened. Busy holstering her wand, Tiara hadn't gotten a chance to brace herself against it. "Hello hello, Miss Hedge. Please, do sit down." The woman gestured towards a chair in front of her desk. Taking a seat herself, she began to rub knead her hands. The cold was wreaking havoc on her joints five times more than usual this year, and they had hardly gotten into the thick of winter.

So she wanted to try out for the pros. Tiara knitted her brows together. "I was under the impression that you were currently in your sixth year. Is that incorrect?"