She smiled. "Vic is perfect. Don't worry, not many people are. Thank you for trying though."
Victoire went about setting up the kettle. The sandwiches were already prepared, protected under a freshening charm and sitting out on the table. She'd made a variety, uncertain what he'd prefer, but they ranged from traditional cucumber sandwiches to the french Croque Monsieur with ham and cheese. Hopefully something he would like, at any rate.
"I can't imagine being transported from your time into this village," she said. "It was a shock for me, but at least I have a passing familiarity with the time period. It's only thirty years or so in the past. For you it must be incredibly difficult to adapt. Everything must be different, from housing to the food to the clothes and the shop setup."
The kettle whistled, helped on by a heating spell, and she carefully carried it over to the table and poured them both tea. "The sugar and the milk are just there," she said, setting the kettle down and easing into a chair. "Do you do this for all your future students? Meet them for tea after their arrival?"