Susan snorted with amusement again and rolled her eyes. "It wasn't all bad, once you waded through the spells they teach trainees in their first week, there were a couple of interesting seminars on integrating different types of magics into your arsenal. This friendly little Bhutanese witch knocked down this hilariously cocky resistance fighter with a single spell, and I added some aspects to my wards that would have saved my Aunt's life." She chose to ignore the comments about private lessons, partly because she wasn't sure how she felt about the situation and it's implications, but mostly because she was fairly sure the situation would bring out her competitive side.
"Always an eye for details I see," she said with a smile. "Let's see, my grandmother had a lot of magical artefacts moved to a vault in the château in Quebec because it seemed safer, and we've had them catalogued and my dad would like them moved to Gringotts. Then there's you know antiques and paintings that mum would like moved to the manor and Rosethorn Hall and Clearwater Abbey. I'm guessing probably two containers?"