Sinead still wasn't entirely clear on what this seminar thing was that she'd been roped into, but apparently it was 'highly recommended' and somehow she'd ended up here before she really had a chance to back out. It couldn't be that bad though, right? Seminars were a type of lesson, she was pretty sure. And she liked lessons.

Most of them didn't start out this way, though. She was bundled into various layers of school jumper and house scarf, a black and green blob with a small and skeptical face peering out somewhere near the top. The arrangements in the entrance hall didn't give her much more clue as to what they were doing- though the dogs seemed to be wearing something first-aid related, so maybe they'd be learning healing? That would be pretty cool.