"Lord Death," A soft, female voice spoke from the doorway, the fact that it grew louder with each word most likely indicating her continued approach, "If you are concerned about your son's performance in class I would be more than happy to set up a parent-teacher conference. However, I don't believe there would be substantial material for discussion considering it is only the second class of the day."

Catherine Maidenmosel walked into the room with a soft smile, addressing the headmaster directly - something no student would do without a lot of audacity, foolishness or disregard of respect - or all three. 

"Although," she continued, "I do thank you for looking after those kids while I was making my way here."