Frowning, Septima looked down at her drink. She'd been concerned for some time now about student morale, particularly all those who had been infected and affected by the Trevasio Virus. And while she, in principal, approved of student research and would happily support it, it did sound like many students were simply- as she had said- adrift.
And she was so busy...
"Do you have a proposal, Miss Turpin?" she asked. She kept her voice stern, but a little bubble of hope was rising. "An appropriate activity with an appropriate chaparone?"