She knew that face. It wasn’t the kind you forget easily, especially when said face had been responsible for unceremoniously dragging you into a fountain of filthy water and ruining one of your favorite outfits. Slightly mortified, Nana didn’t allow her embarrassment to show on her delicate features, rather, she kept her countenance as calm as ever. “Yes, well… it’s not difficult when one looks about one’s surroundings.” She lightly replied, fiddling with her jacket cuff as she spoke, dark eyes glinting.

Nana understood very well, yes, thank you.



“yes, of course, I know you, Professor Tanner.” Nana casually replied, refusing to suffer another embarrassment so quickly after this little encounter with Water Boy. How on earth had she forgotten the young woman? This was just unlike her. “Pleasure to see you again.”

“Oh, no, no. I love sweets.” She paused, lips pursed as her mind quickly whirled through Japanese and English in an attempt to make sense of this particular use of the word pudding. English slang was still not her forte. “Is pudding…. Pudding means something else, yes?” She asked, laughing softly at her own silly sounding question.

“I am, I was there for a few years.” She nodded, good school, smaller and quiet, but good.



……. Well, she supposed it could have been worst. “It’s alright, Professor Myers… Just call me Nana.” She would have preferred to be called by her surname, but perhaps this was for the best.

She bowed her head to the well, dressed Charms Professor. “Good evening.” Nana echoed, smiling politely.



They all speak to each other with such familiarity, and such warmth. It was not what Nana had been expecting at all from a school like Hogwarts with it’s reputation. Glancing towards the Groundskeeper as he spoke, Nana offered him a soft, polite, but not unkind smile. “Hello, I’m Nana Ichihara.” She would have explained her station as well, as he had, but it was announced by her assigned seat. “I’m… Well, thank you.. “ she paused to take a sip of water, eyes glancing down the staff table and watching the interactions carefully. “I… admit, I’m a little overwhelmed.” The words slipped out before she could properly stop them.

“How about yourself, sir?” She asked.

The red suited man.

Had-

Was that-

Live long and Prosper?

And the Vulcan salute. Nana’s mouth was wide and she was just about to say something, to question the well dressed man, when the sudden appearance of a man she had never expected to see stopped the words in her throat.



James Draper, what on earth was he doing here? She stared at him with disbelief, her features turning slightly pink as embarrassment and surprise rushed through her at a speed much too quick. Her lips were parted with surprise and her dark eyes were wide, but only for a moment, for a second later she had gathered herself back together. She was a professional after all. His tone did not go unnoticed, but Nana kept her features calm, not allowing her indignation to show. “Likewise, James.” She calmly replied, no warm smile for him, no hello or good evening ether, not when he was wearing that smug grin and looking for all intent and purposes like the cat who’d eaten the canary, Fear struck her suddenly. Would he… No, he wouldn’t dare mention… Certainly he had enough propriety in him not to discuss…

Flushed, Nana took up her goblet and drank. This. Was. Not. Happening.

She absolutely, positively, rejected this.



In the midst f her small freak out, Nana’s attention was drawn to the man sitting beside her. Another man? There was certainly an awful lot of testosterone on this dias. “Good evening,” Perhaps she ought to give up on being called by her surname like a professional. It seemed everyone was very set on calling her by her first name, and though it irked her more fastidious and formal qualities, Nana was not about to correct her new colleagues and coworkers. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Professor Kitridge. I’ll be stopping by the library soon.” She nodded, thankful for the conversation and the distraction. “Yes, I did, thank you. How about yourself?”

Oh My.

The….

Was that a Hag? She was no creature’s expert, but the woman’s appearance bore a striking resemblance. Nana watched with wide eyes as the cackling thing approached the table and began to casually, joyously paint hateful futures for half the staff table before accosting the headmistress.

Was this normal?