To say the ride had been smooth and fun, surrounded by people she utterly adored and loved, would have been a disgusting, gross lie. Children were irritating upon being trapped in the trunk of a magical Volkswagen for an extended period of time; her only solace had been her brother, and her desire to see Regina face-to-face once more.

Melanie Williams was looking better than ever, Headmistress Hawthorne.

She stepped out the trunk, her perfectly calculated curls from earlier in the trip gone. They were frizzy. Out of control. Melanie scoffed. So this was Hogwarts. The great magic school of Great Britain. It was a dreary place, wasn't it? It had nothing of the charm of Ilvermorny. Melanie would refrain from uttering such a statement aloud. Her first priority was getting the children out of the car.

"Let's go, come on, guys! Y'all gotta' move it!" she called into the trunk. Being ogled by British children was increasingly making her uncomfortable. And her wager with Duncan could begin. Though, of the professors that were present thus far, it looked like she was winning. Tsk, tsk.

-1000 points for that ridiculous poncho, old man. Merlin, Melanie was appalled. As well as the woman standing next to the old man. Regina Hawthorne. Ugh. The woman was showing her age. And was Meredith taking selfies? Here? NOW? Melanie rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Headmistress," she said quietly. "Your camera might go wonky once we get closer - " And the woman was off, bouncing like the chihuahua she was towards Regina.