Private Message to Rebecca Mackrell

You left your essay and your cardigan in my office, Miss Mackrell. I realise you'd as soon have left the parchment behind, but, really, it's this lack of attention we were talking about, isn't it?

You can hardly hope to succeed, can you, if you don't pull yourself together?

Private Message to Ceres Rittenhouse

I'm taking pity on you, Miss Rittenhouse. I'm sure that after your failure to cast even a whisp of a hex during today's exercise, you were feeling some trepidation about coming for your interview. I won't hold it against you so long as you're in my office at half-nine tomorrow morning.

Note that I will be giving up my own research time to accommodate your timetable.

Your Housemate, Mr MacIntosh (who did keep his appointment with me), tells me that anxiety is a recurring problem for you. That's most unfortunate. We'll discuss practical ways to address that, but it would be most helpful if you were able to tell me the source of this difficulty and the ways in which it's expressed itself in the past. Come prepared for this discussion.