"Exactly, and you know they'll keep Skipper well fed and make sure he's happy while you're gone." He assured her again.
He chuckled and nodded. "Of course love, what sort of help do you need?" Michael had learned it was always best to double check with his daughter instead of just assuming, there were some things she could be very particular about.
Michael hoped all these lists Wren was planning would help to keep her mind off the sadder parts of having to leave their home again, he had no doubt that when she got busy with class and her friends she would have no trouble with that at all, it was the time before that where he felt like he needed to worry. "And the books of course." Michael echoed.
"The Headmaster?" Michael paused for a moment thinking about how best to answer the question. "It's hard to describe him." There was of course the way they knew him back when he was a student, but that wasn't really all there was to the man either. He knew his potions, Michael knew that even when he'd been a student. "He's not to be trifled with." Not that he ever thought his daughter would do such a thing. "But I think he'll be good for the school, and the students."