Professor Blackthorn's Private Quarters

[Kaiia Blackthorn]

The first thing that strikes anyone foolish enough to enter Kaiia Blackthorn's quarters is the cold. The windows stand open even in the depths of winter. The decor of the rooms matches the temperature - bleak and uninviting. Beside her bed stand several photos of Damon, plus one of her and Damon on their wedding day.

[Kaiia Blackthorn]

Kaiia flew in through the open window of her private quarters, but didn't change into her human form just yet. She perched on the back of an armchair, and began to preen her feathers. It was very soothing, and she needed to relax after the long flight. Finally, she finished her task, and transformed.

She stood for a few minutes, looking round, conscious of a sudden slump in her mood. Back at Hogwarts. Classes with unwilling students, meals at the staff table, listening to inane chatter about weddings and engagements and cosy domestic arrangements. It was moments like this that made her feel like transforming into an owl permanently. What was there for her here, really?

She sighed. Might as well pick up her messages from her office. She walked through the door, heading for her now-familiar office.