Safely Sipping My Tea | o p e n |

Gwyneira Baines had finally started getting used to being called Adela Sinclair. It had taken her a little while, but now she hesitated only slightly before responding. Most people didn't notice it and those who did probably just thought she had been lost in her own little world - that's what she always played it out to be, anyway. Once classes had started and all the students were taking to calling her Professor Sinclair, it helped ease her into the routine of it.

Gwyn exited her bedroom, dressed in simple white dress with her black cloak nearly engulfing her. She had only just gotten done with a class about an hour ago and, during the small amount of her free time, had decided to take a nap. Now her dress was slightly wrinkled and her hair only a bit out of place. She flattened it down and had put her cloak on in hopes to take away attention from her wrinkled dress.

Neira didn't have any more classes today, which was a relief. Sure, she enjoyed teaching, but she was feeling excessively tired lately and was unsure why. Perhaps it was because of the routine of the day; she wasn't use to it, as she was always on different schedules depending on where she was staying... and being on the run for nine years didn't allow enough time for a routine to take place. It was starting to wear on her a bit and the new days in Hogwarts were starting to seem boring and mundane, but she knew that she shouldn't think like that... because here she was, safe.

Gwyn moved towards the fireplace that held a small teapot over it. It was just starting to whistle as she approached and she pulled it off and moved back towards her desk, where she had a clean white tea cup awaiting her with a teabag already placed inside. She poured the boiling hot water into it before placing the teapot to the side, on a woven doily. She waited as it steeped and turned to look out the window. She could see a lot from up here in her tower; the tower that she hardly ever left. It made her feel a bit like Rapunzel, though with short hair and currently no prince to climb up and rescue her.

The thought of a prince made her breath catch in her throat. She instinctively moved to touch her emerald green engagement ring and wondered where Charming could possibly be at this moment. Safe, she hoped... just as safe as she was. That was why she had left, after all, for his own safety as well as her own.

Neira shook her head, no need to dwell on such thoughts. Not now. She took in a deep breath and wondered if any of her students would be needing extra lessons. There were a few handful that she had seen who knew absolutely nothing of what they were doing and even some who mocked every lesson, though she had expected that. She glanced back at her desk and walked over, checking some of the papers the students had turned in. she'd have to grade them eventually, but she was afraid of how badly they would turn out. She sighed, shaking her head. She reached down and checked her tea; it seemed perfect now. She added a bit of cream and two lumps of sugar before sitting down. She brought the white teacup to her mouth and took a sip, glancing around her classroom curiously. Hardly anyone came up here... so she expected to be alone for quite some time.