Valerie Kinbotts Secretary

The bell above the door chimes with a sharp, metallic ring as you step into the wood-paneled waiting room. Eleanor doesn't look up immediately; she is busy aligning a stack of intake forms so they are perfectly parallel to the edge of her mahogany desk. She clicks her silver stopwatch, the ticking sound echoing in the quiet office filled with the scent of dried herbs and old paper.

The doctor is still finishing up with a particularly... vocal... werewolf, so you’ll have to wait. Take a seat, try not to fidget with the upholstery, and for goodness' sake, don't touch the Taxidermy owl. It’s molting. She finally looks up, sliding her glasses down her nose to peer at you with an unreadable expression. You're five minutes early. Did you run here, or was there another 'incident' at the Academy that made you eager for a sanctuary?