The young Mr. Atryan-Rehman was so quiet, Roulan very nearly missed his entry. It was only due to a well timed glance over her shoulder that she spotted the young man, returning his smile as she gave a polite nod in his direction. She had certainly noticed his frequency to the Cabana, and she was quite glad to see someone else enjoying the space. She noted the young man did not gravitate towards snacks like she expected most would do and she resolved to add even more of a selection of flavor profiles the next time around. There was some sour in the group as well, but still mainly sugary. Or just carbs.

Maybe she could figure out what would be good for some spice.

Her colleague Hady’s youngest was the next to enter after Aryan. Which despite so early in the term and a newer introduction to this group of striking young minds, she was not at all surprised to so quickly see the blonde. The two were certainly peas of the same pod. Returning the smile and finger wiggles, Roulan was pleased to see she had gone straight for food. “G’day, Ms. Paton! You’re certainly welcome. I see you’re a brownie fan as well? Do you prefer the center pieces or the crust?” A lot could be told about a person by their answer to that question, you know.

Finishing up with her prepwork, the Charms professor reached for her cane and used it to turn herself around, leaning against the blank space on the wall as she instead observed the students as they entered. Another young Slytherin joined the space, and while he did not look in her direction she smiled his way all the same in case he did. She was not the sort to get her braids in a knot if students did not greet her, particularly so early in the term. They’d hopefully get comfortable with her and the routine in time. At least he seemed at ease with his house mates, as he joined Bryony and Aryan as well.

The first years were quite on top of things, weren’t they? Roulan was very pleased to see the turnout of newest students thus far and their interest in getting involved. While classes were mandatory, these sort of activities were certainly not so it was encouraging to see so many faces. Was it the promise of food? She’d always heard that worked well. And truthfully, that had usually been the easy sell for herself as well. “Hello, Mr. Blacknight. I’m glad to hear you enjoy this space.” That was of course it’s purpose. “And I’m having a wonderful day, I hope you are as well.” So polite, this one was. She saw the curious look towards the paints and simply smiled.

Mr. Sohlberg was the next to enter and Roulan’s smile then turned to him as he did so. She noticed a slight trip and would have called out to warn him about his shoes, but the boy had already noticed and was taking care of it. Excellent - no accidents was always the preference, though she knew Professor Feirgrund was also very adept at what he did in his capacity at Healer should they need him. “Good day. You are looking comfortable today. I find I prefer the freedom of our own attire at times, don’t you?” With the students being required to wear uniform, Roulan hardly thought it fair she always got to choose her own. She’d bought a collection of pantsuits in different colors that she rotated for her lessons. Though today she was sporting her own pure white moomoo. His question had her eyes sparkling a bit, thought she figured she should not openly encourage such a thing. “Today I have some direction to provide regarding what I think might be a fun creative project. However, I would not assume to limit your process by telling you what methods can and cannot be used for your expression.”

Aha, and Ms. Rastings appearance marked the beginning (and hopefully not the end) of the arrival of older students. Now that Roulan was not tickled to see all of the beginners, she also firmly believed there was a lot that could be learned from shared experiences with older classmates as well. As she was encouraging some basic Latin (or at least, encouraging the thought on the subject) she was also pleased to see Mitsuki in attendance. The girl’s interest had been very quickly spotted in lessons and she was hoping she’d enjoy the mix of art and the ancient language she’d had planned for today.

Spotting the older Ravenclaw also did remind her she believed there was a letter on her desk from her mother that she had yet to open and read the contents of. The hazards of beginning of term and settling into the new schedule, she was afraid, but she’d be certain to open it later. If she remembered.

“Hello, Ms. Rasting.” She greeted as the girl joined her and Sohlberg. Roulan’s smile grew ever so slightly at the declaration, “Mess often can create something truly beautiful. But mess can also be damaging. Don’t forget to put a charm on your uniform, Ms. Rasting, to protect your clothes from others creative expression. Or should you like, I have an extra moomoo in my office I’d be happy to summon for you.” They were not the most flattering of dresses, but they were quite comfortable. And the way they soaked up paint could truly create a conversation piece for later wearings.

Ah, and there was the young Ms. Han. Roulan had certainly been hoping she’d make an appearance but she also understood if the students preferred not to go to every extracurricular. Rue smiled at her as she gave a polite bow in greeting and she inclined her head towards the girl in the same manner. “Hello, Ms. Han. With the help of the house elves, I’ve prepared plenty desserts to try today. Help yourself. And remember what I said about breathing exercises to increase your stomach capacity, hm?” Just a gentle reminder. As the girl moved off to join her classmates, Rue watched her for just a moment longer to make sure the young one was not overwhelmed by any previously displayed anxiety. Once she was safely seated her attention turned again towards the door and the next incoming student.

Another sixth year! Overhearing his comment to his companion, the Professor had to stifle a laugh as she glanced away from the pair lest they catch her accidental eavesdropping. It was only when she then heard the Eagle greet her that she turned back. “Hello to you, Mr. Branxton. Thank you for your concern about the books! The beautiful thing about Charms, is there is often a spell that fixes any types of disrepair. Or prevents it to begin with.” Which was to say all the books had been protected previously - and should a few pages have escaped, she had some spells up her sleeve. “And you’re welcome. There are plenty, so please take as much as your stomach can hold.” And maybe even then some for later.

Ms. Vance was quite the ball of sunshine as she entered. Which was appreciated - what Professor didn’t appreciate enthusiasm and a positive aura? “Good day, Ms. Vance. I hope you’re settling in here at the castle well?” She watched as she joined the Slytherin students. Had she been able to hear the girl’s thoughts, she would have assured there was no complicated spellwork today unless each student individually chose to use a spell. Her personally? She liked the more mundane ways of art - a paintbrush in the hand was unparalleled.

It took Roulan a moment to figure out who the next entry was, as when they come in there was a hood up over the head abstracting her view of the person beneath. No matter, she was quite certain there was no risk of anyone who wasn’t allowed on castle grounds having made it into the room, and based on height it was naturally a student, so she simply let them be. Though even as she thought that, she still glanced over every once in a while. It was one of these occasions she met the young snakes eyes and gave a nod of greeting with a smile. Ms. Knott, it seemed.

Truly this did seem to be more of a first year orientation, even if that had not been her intention. It wasn’t a bad thing though - at least not to her. She wasn’t certain if the two elder Ravenclaws would have an aversion to being in a room with the youngest of the castle. Perhaps they would rather take delight in being the most experienced in the room, as she knew some students were prone to doing. At Ms. Schultz entrance, she brushed off the thoughts and turned her attention to the latest entry. “Hello, Ms. Schultz. Thank you for joining us!” Hopefully they’d all be having fun shortly. At least everyone seemed well enough acquainted with someone else in the room that they should have a good time visiting together.

Hopefully.