Septima cleared her throat slightly and took a sip of her cider. She now wished it was harder. "Mr. Boot seems... like a bright man and one with a good heart. I am not disapproving of your choices, Miss Turpin. However, as your head of house, it behooves me to-"
Pressing her lips together, Septima sighed. "Just don't get too carried away. There are other things in life besides young men, as strange as that may seem. And I am meant to be enforcing rules. Surely, I don't know of any rules you may be breaking, Miss Turpin?"