Macadrian had just settled herself into her chair and popped down a piece of chocolate when Max invited the student into her office. Macadrian greeted him, "Ah, Dominic. What brings you to see me?" Nosy about what happened since class ended? Need help with the homework? Or maybe you didn't heed my advice and have gotten yourself into trouble?

"Staying out of trouble, I hope? Please, have a seat." Macadrian gestured to the chairs assembled before her desk. She wasn't going to move this conversation to the couches until she knew if it was a good kind of meeting, or a bad kind of meeting.