Madam Tart's All-Magic Reproduction: Fine Ink, Candid Creatures and Second-hand Robe Repair

“Don’t consider me a teacher, consider me your friend…” Professor Grendelere cooed before being rudely interrupted.

“No, no, no. You’ve pinned the pants on the form incorrectly my dear, clearly you never did an internship at the Cloak-and-Quill… I’m sorely disappointed,” Professor Grendelere hissed, her wand whipping furiously across a sea of fabric as the pins righted themselves on the silken material leaving tiny tears in their wake.

“I’m sure both Madam Tart and Headmaster Dendrake will agree. I’m curious to know which Professor passed you last semester, especially being that you are a spell-crafter…”

Adelia Goldhorn trembled slightly unsure of what to say. Her eyes gave the answer her lips couldn’t.

Poor Professor Grendelere.