by The Book of Sins » Fri Jul 21, 2017 6:24 pm
Opting to not place Isolde among the rest of the student body she'd been giving one of the guest rooms in Dower House. It's sparingly decorated, but while renovated it still has bit of an old-fashioned flair to it, including a small fireplace. It's on it's mantle where a very, very old friend suddenly materializes, sitting with his legs crossed, both arms on his knees as he leans forward a bit, patiently waiting for Isolde with a broad grin on his face.