Belvina nodded, smiling as she remembered her father. "He was. He took the job the year before I arrived at Hogwarts and did it until 1920."
"I haven't been to a session yet. I'm still finding my feet. What, exactly, is covered?" she asked. She was rather good at the Dark Arts an combat. As the Headmaster's daughter and a Black to boot, she had had to be head and shoulders above the others in the school or in their social circle. "Are the Dark Arts widely discussed?"
"It's a bit shocking," she confessed. "I'm not all that sure what he knows and I have become accustomed to some of the more confusing aspects of this time. I almost have to recall etiquette and remember that certain topics aren't talked about."
"Oh," She smiled. "I didn't realise. It would be good to know more of Sirius' friends. You went to school together?" she asked. "Which means you must be another returnee looking as young as you do?"