Branwen Strangely was old enough now to not be bothered with how young the new ruling generation was, and so the young face of the new Divination Professor didn't put her off nor did it cause her to doubt his readiness for his new position.  Nosy as she was, Branwen had learned all she could about Waldo Lundy and it was that same inclination that brought her into his tower when she knew he'd be there.

She didn't care for ladders, so she used a bit of 'of-a-certain-age' magic to have the floor stones give her a lift up to the old tower classroom that would never not smell of incense she imagined.  They'd all been sad to see Sybill go on her way, but this was the way of things and that witch more than any other she'd known deserved a peaceful retirement.

"Oh Lundy! Here I come barging in!"  she announced herself and set down an old crate made of wooden slats onto a nearby tea table.  The outside was stamped with the words SELLAPHIX APOTHECARY, but inside was an array of things that Branwen thought the new lad would find useful.

"I can't imagine you're settled, but consider this a welcome break from your labors." 

She didn't see him immediately and craned her neck to see if she could get a full view of the room from where she was.

Waldo always felt that his Divining powers were at their strongest on Mondays, he was “Monday’s child” after all, whatever that meant (he did know, he just thought it was silly that his father’s last name was so important in a prophecy his grandmother had had about him) and so he spent most of his Mondays cramming in as much personal Divination as he could. He quietly sat in his office (through a small wooden door in the back of the Divination classroom) and carefully spread his favorite tarot deck into a simple, horseshoe spread. “‘The Wheel of Fortune’,” he quietly whispered to himself as he laid down the colorful card, “I guess it makes sense… I’d like to think that fate brought me to my current position… it clarifies ‘Death’… moving here was a change and unpacking is definitely not the most fun… still…” he smiled gently as his fingers grabbed for the next card…

“Oh Lundy, here I come barging in!” a loud voice rang from the classroom. Only a few people, it seemed, were willing to make the trek to his incense-filled classroom, thus he always tried to be as pleasant as possible to visitors… even if they had just interrupted a particularly interesting tarot reading session. “Coming!” He yelled before whispering, “I’ll finish with you later,” to his neatly spread tarot deck.

Making his way out of his office he saw an older witch he had already seen a few times in the castle (at times he had even caught her staring at what seemed to be him, actually…) “Oh hello!” he smiled as he crossed the room to shake the witch’s hand, “Wait, don’t tell me… Branwen, is it? “ He smiled, hoping he had gotten her name right, “And a very welcome break it is,” he lied, laughing, “I was just a little busy in the office, uh… figuring things out.” It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in meeting his fellow colleagues, he was, he just didn’t particularly like being interrupted.

His latest visitor, however, seemed friendly enough, and so he decided that he would entertain her company for as long as was reasonably polite.

Ah there he was.  She was happy to shake his hand.  Now that he was in view and she'd been welcomed in, she took it upon herself to take a stroll amongst the tables and the trappings of unpackings.

"Right you are, Branwen Strangely.  I'm Herbology, just new myself this March," she said as she looked around.  "Can't say I'm jealous of you starting in with us now.  All you've basically got ahead of you are the examinations.  I'd never speak ill of Trelawney but I've seen her student notes - they're horrible."

She illustrated her point with a grim sort of face. 

"Where did Minerva find you then? Short notice.  You can't have been happy where you were before."

She assumed.  But that's what Branwen enjoyed doing.  She made assumptions, she stated her opinion, and if she was wrong enough someone would correct her.  For better or for worse, Branwen's assumptions about Lundy were positive.