After gathering two mugs(she had never been fond of teacups) and setting them on the desk she filled them carefully with hot water. She had already filled two metal tea strainers with lose leaf chamomile tea that sat in the mugs. Calming but good for the mind, or at least that is what her books had said and she had always found it to be true.
A knock at the door as she had set the tea pot back on table behind her desk and charmed it to stay warm, "Come in Miss Dale, have a seat."