Lydia was just passing by Professor Marchand's office when, with a spur of the moment decision, she decided to see if he was actually in his office and available to talk. Maybe speaking with a teacher would make her feel better after the horrible start to this new term.

She spied some magazines next to the black leather sofas. There was also a cabinet where she knew the professor kept coffee and tea supplies for thirsty students. Lydia took out the kettle of water, a delicate china cup, saucer, and a teabag. A cup of tea would do wonders to soothe her frazzled nerves.

Arranging herself on one of the sofas, she sipped daintily at the tea and brooded.