"I actually like being called Miss," Junia offered as she entered the room, her usual curious smile in place. "Feels like a sign of respect or something and considering we are older and wiser, it's fitting." At least she thought so.

The brunette perched on the end of her bed and kicked off her shoes, wiggling her toes and soaking in the freedom of bare feet. Merlin did that feel good. "So, what are we doing about this O.W.L. situation?" Like, they had a plan for surviving the whole ordeal, yes? Because they needed a plan. One that helped her figure out how not to get overwhelmed or distracted by the boyfriend and Botros babies.