Have you thought of changing your hair?

At least his office this year had a window. More light than last. At least he could see properly while he was writing up lesson plans.

He was writing up lesson plans. He was being organised. The idea made him a little bit disgusted with himself. Selwyn was not the kind of person who planned things. If he didn't watch out, he'd soon be writing personal goals and hanging up inspirational quotes on his wall. Eeek.

He actually had a student coming to see him today, and not because she was in trouble, or because she had something wrong with her. Though, it was entirely possible she did have something wrong with her as well. The girl (whose name had slipped his mind for the moment) had transferred from Ilvermorny, so Selwyn wouldn't be surprised if she ended up seeing him later on for other reasons. He'd have to warn her to stay away from Destrey.

But for now, he was excited. As nobody trusted Destrey, and Kaiden was... well, Selwyn didn't trust Kaiden, he was kind of still doing duties as Slytherin Head of House. The kid needed someone to show her the ropes. He wasn't going to pin his hopes on her just yet, but it was possible she could be moulded into the type of person Slytherin could be proud of.

Scarlett simply could not believe what terrible awful luck she had. Somehow, despite everything that had happened with the train and at Ilvermorny, her mother had decided that Scarlett needed to attend school at Hogwarts instead. Now, Scarlett firmly believed that Ilvermorny was a bizarre name, but Hogwarts? Good lord.

Things could have been worse. She could have been forced to go back to Ilvermorny. But still, she had been well-known, almost what one might call popular, during her years there. She had practically trained her classmates to like her despite her ulterior motives, and that in itself was an accomplishment.

Here, though? She had been sorted into Slytherin, which apparently was a house that people didn't like very much, and now she was in her last year with a bunch of people that had known each other for so long. It was so absurdly different that she wasn't sure how to handle it. Even beyond the strange social difference, the cultural one was almost too much. She had a 'strange' accent, used the wrong slang, and had trouble keeping up with conversations - particularly between Scottish and Welsh students.

Now, she was being called in to speak with the Deputy Headmaster, who she had been told used to be in charge of the Slytherin house, and she didn't know what that meant. So, obviously, she wasn't going to try and get out of it.

After finding her way to the office - granted, with a bit of help from a passing Hufflepuff boy - she frowned slightly, rolled her lips together, and knocked on the door. She would've just walked into the offices of some of her former professors, but she still wasn't sure how things worked here, considering it was still early in the term. So she lifted her eyes to the ceiling and sighed, just hoping she hadn't broken some rule she hadn't heard of.

Well, she already had points in her favour by virtue of actually knocking on the door instead of just barging into his office like the majority of Slytherins would have.

To be fair, the majority of Slytherins also called him "Professor Selwyn" which Selwyn thought was kinda cute, thought he would never admit it. You had to give your own house some privileges.

It did, however, mean he had to go open the door for her. If it had been someone more familiar, he'd have just called out for them to come in, but ugh, manners.

Selwyn pulled the door open and for a moment wondered whether this was the right person. But of course, it must be, because he didn't recognise this girl. Still, she was shorter than he'd expected. Wasn't she supposed to be a seventh year?

"Come in, sit down," he said as he preceded her back into the room. "What do you think of Hogwarts so far?"

Scarlett blinked up at the professor, feeling that she should have anticipated how strange the meeting seemed. Was this something that Professor Thorfinn had to do as the Deputy Headmaster, or did he actually care? Did it matter either way? She smiled, though, as she was quite used to being as friendly as she could with others until they did something to make her behave otherwise. It was the best way to get what one wanted, after all.

He led the way inside and she glanced around as she followed behind. She sat, thinking of back home where it wasn't appropriate to sit until your guest had done so, thus feeling that she was somehow releasing him from some sort of obligation to wait on her.

"It's... I mean, the courses are really interesting. I feel like I'm keeping up fairly well, so far. And the professors have been really good about trying to help. It's just all quite different, still."