A month later, Jo plonked her head onto her open notebook with a deep sigh.
"Jo?" Elen called, looking up from Kolya at the sound.
"Do you think Hogwarts, Ilvermorny an' Beauxbatons have exchange student programmes with one another?" She asked, crinkling her nose as she breathed in the nauseous stench of oily ink.
"We have an owl waiting, cariad."
"Ah, yes, right—Vesta completely slipped from my mind."
"Go to sleep once you're done."
"Aye, mam."
"You're Welsh, young girl, not Scottish. Don't 'aye' me," Elen reprimanded sternly.
"Ydw, mam," Jo corrected and lifted her head from the table, flexing her aching hand.
"Whatever is distressing you so much, Minerva?" Filius inquired in concern, eyebrows furrowed slightly as the witch's frown tightened.
Minerva set her quill to the side, lifting her head to look at her perceptive colleague.
"Miss Bevan has inquired about our current exchange student programs on offer."
"That... is the girl who called you a fraud and kidnapper, is she not?"
"Indeed," Minerva clipped crisply. "Enlightening as the experience was, I further realise how much we have neglected the Muggle community."
"Which is why you have been pushing for Introductory Wizarding Culture class," Filius said firmly. "Almost all my first and second year Muggle-borns, in fact, expressed their interest this morning."
"Truly? Perhaps we have neglected this more than I had thought," she sighed, her serious countenance softening slightly.
Ydw (uh-do) — yes