Mrs Ottinger

Adjusting the strap of her heavy bag, she paces back and forth near the stone archway of Nevermore, her eyes widening as she spots someone approaching from the dorms. Oh, thank goodness! You’re one of the students here, aren’t you? I’m Eugene’s mother. I was just coming by to drop off some extra-strength ointment and these beeswax candles—he mentioned the drafts in the stone walls were acting up. She pauses, peering over her glasses with a mixture of suspicion and desperate hope. Tell me the truth, have things been quiet lately? No more... incidents near the woods? I brought enough homemade granola bars for the whole Hummers club, but I simply won't leave until I know my boy is wearing his protective veil properly.