Your eyes never close Who: Madeleine and Billie Where: Madeleine's home When: Morning
People who were not Zaviar or otherwise pre-approved coming into her home. Every flame in the house seemed to flare in disapproval. Madeleine was too busy trying to replace all her preferred candles with silly, scented things in order to keep herself away from that bottle of red wine. While one glass couldn't hurt, and she would certainly feel more relaxed, it was morning and a relaxed Madeleine generally had a loose tongue. Telling students or potential students precisely what you thought of them was never a good idea.
The entire atmosphere of the house had changed. Only the living room with its hearth had not changed. She wandered around her trail of vanilla-scented candles lighting each one in turn. With matches. There was no one here yet to hide her abilities from, which was why she was lighting the matches with Fire, not the matchbox, but the use of them amused her. She was trying to keep the rooms at a reasonable temperature, though she had no intention of putting any of her candles out should the student--due... any minute, actually--complain about the heat. There were cold drinks in the refridgerator. Nothing more than soft drinks, but nevertheless. She was not putting a dent in her own comfort for the sake of someone she didn't know.
A glance at the grandfather clock in the hall, and she cast her glamour. The public face of Madeleine; friendly, approachable, with a sharp tongue and a short temper. Regardless, she was good at what she did, and she chose to make sure (again) her instruments were definitely in tune while she waited. It would be irritating, but largely inconsequential if the girl was late. The elemental had enough time on her hands.