Nicola had been psyching herself up to knock, and so hadn't been expecting a response just yet. She jumped a littled. "Ah, yes..." she stammered. "It's Nicola Morgan."
The woman's cool demeanour left her feeling like a particularly dull student; her confidence was wrecked. It wasn't anything that Meda Smith did precisely, that made Nicola feel that way. She wasn't condescending which Nicola could have resented her for. In fact, in their limited dealings, she'd never been anything but perfectly polite. But whenever Nicola did deal with Meda, she felt like she was being judged and found somehow lacking. She was sure it was just her own insecurity, coupled with the knowledge that, whatever Meda was, it was something old and powerful, no doubt, but... it was an uncomfortable feeling, and one she wasn't used to. Nicola was not used to feeling inferior to anyone.
"I'm here about the class," she said, stepping into the office, not allowing herself to dither and hesitate at the door. "Paranormal Diversity," she specified, though she needn't have. It was the only subject they shared. She didn't know what all "Supernatural Studies" covered, but it was beyond her.