"Just call me Hayley," Hayley offered, pointing at one of the chairs. "And have a seat, please. Don't worry, I won't keep you long." Adam Lazzara, her brain supplied helpfully, 28, married, one child. Experience with Voodoo. For someone ostensibly not trying to kill his students, lands them in the infirmary an awful lot.
She rummaged around under the - unimportant - papers covering the table, finally unearthing an opened box of chocolate frogs. "Sorry, I don't have anything better." She looked up at Lazzara with a grin, sinking back into her own chair. "I'm not a teenage girl, by the way."