After so many years, her body knew her daily schedule well enough to wake up on its own…usually a few minutes before her alarm spell even went off. This morning Ada laid there, eyes still closed, as she listened to the birds beginning to wake for the day outside the castle. She burrowed away from the chill of the morning dew, further into the warmth of her blankets. The alarm only managed one rattling blare before she waved her hand to stop it. Sighing and giving her body a nice stretch to shake the last traces of the night off her, Ada smiled and opened her eyes. Another beautiful spring day that would bring out the better spirits of her girls. As she prepared herself for breakfast in the hall she pondered over what Miss Tapioca would have for them this morning. Her grin widened a fraction picturing the faces her Deputy Head would pull depending on the dish.

Cold porridge, black pudding, jam and toast, and pastries as it would happen. Not much of it made its way onto Hecate's plate but that was to be expected. Only a few bits of black pudding and toast were deemed appetizing it would seem. Ada's plate however was loaded up...mostly with pastries.

"...should be focusing on their studies not tempting their already rowdy behavior by letting them wander the grounds unsupervised to complete…"

"Keeping them cooped up inside on such a fine day is exactly why they're so rowdy. Some fresh spring air is just what they need."

Hecate and Marigold had fallen into a steady routine of heated debates since the Great Wizard had permitted her to return this term, under the watchful eye of Ada of course. They had agreed it may be the best thing for her, seeing the good influence the school had already had on her...perhaps they could encourage her to stay out of trouble and as magic wasn't strictly needed to teach art it also served to find her a place in the magical world now that she was without her powers. Ada didn't mind the scuffles between her art and potions mistresses. After all, she could see past what some might see as hostility. She saw that despite their differences, Marigold had managed to earn a grain of respect from the otherwise hard to impress Deputy Head. Their debates were more therapeutic than aggressive: both respecting the other's right to have a different ideal but listening to their perspective in the off chance that they may change one another's minds or broaden their own. Only slightly different than the teasing exchanged between Dimity and Hecate which was less about debating and more about getting under each other's skin for the fun of it. Sometimes Ada wondered if she was meant to be looking out for the girls or their teachers.

Perhaps both, she concluded as she stopped during a patrol of the hallways to talk with a fretful looking group of first years trying to console their friend.

"Yes, it can be a bit scary so far up there, can't it?" The child nodded between sniffles, out of sorts over the idea of failing her flying test and being kicked out of the academy. "You know what helps anytime I have to face something scary? Take a deep breath. Imagine yourself already having come out the other end safe and sound, the scary bit already finished. We are all more capable witches than we first imagine...after all we've had plenty of witches through the years that were the worst fliers you could imagine...and not a single one of them ever came to any serious harm while at Cackles. They all left steady and confident…not just of their broom but of themselves."

A few hugs and they were off on their way. Who knows if it would really stick but the girls would be alright...and she would pop in with Dimity later to see if she couldn't give the girl some extra attention during class.

Arriving at the door to her office, she was mentally tallying the list of tasks to complete at her desk when the sight of her door slightly ajar gave her pause. "Hello? Is someone in here?" She asked as she cautiously entered, on the lookout for any wayward students. Some form of trouble she may have been prepared for but seeing her twin sitting smugly in the chair behind the desk she was not. Her jaw hung open, too stunned to react right away: unfortunate seeing as Agatha had no such delay. She felt the wave of magic crash over her even as she stared at the outstretched hand, her body frozen in time. As she watched her sister come round the desk towards her with a smirk and a cocky sway of her hips, she could hear the door close and lock behind her.

"Hello sister."