Lady Rosewoode glided over to where Lawrence was sitting. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder before speaking in a low voice.
"Salutations, my dearest. What think you of the new students? What you do you see in them?"

She sat down in a chair next to Lawrence to watch the students mingle. She rarely spoke to many of the students outside of class because of her own reasons. Reasons that she refuses to even think of let alone speak much of.