There was too much to do, and not enough time in which to get it done... this seemed to be an everlasting cycle of torture. And though the weather was not helping things, she opted to ignore the enchanted ceiling this morning in favour of hunting down students... or... student.

Zahra Kettleburn.

It didn't take the blonde Herbologist long to spot the girl at the table, eating... was she eating? Or smearing food in the direction of her mouth? Who could tell? Either way, it was hardly lady-like at all ... which was not surprising. Zahra was a Gryffindor through and through, so much so that she could practically be their mascot. And Circe help her. Drinking from the jug too!

"Ahemmmmmm," Seren cleared her voice as she approached the table, and Miss Kettleburn in particular. Instead of standing around, she opted to take the vacant seat beside the fourth year and pulled a plate closer before considering what she might have for breakfast herself. "Manners Miss Kettleburn, do you have them?" she asked, her eyes on the bacon. Yes. She was here. There was no avoiding certain topics of discussion now.

The girls wand was tucked away safely in her pocket. Had she not deeded it for class?