Isabelle watched the rest of the staff make their introductions, making an effort not to look at Septimus at all during his begrudging recitation of his subject. If Finn drove her a little mad sometimes, Septimus actually drove her insane. His little tag along demon had it in his head to sleep with her and she wanted none of it. She did what she could to stay out of his way and avoid any unnecessary confrontation.
Her eyes met Gideon's across the table and she quirked one corner of her mouth at him. Septimus thought Gideon was an idiot, but she thought he was a good man who was devoted to his craft, not one who merely took it for granted. She looked back over at Henry as he began to speak again, voicing the announcements and asking if they had any concerns. She shook her head when he met her eyes and then glanced around the table to see if the rest of the group had any concerns.