“Henry,” said the young man, holding out a hand to shake Morrigan’s. “Mr. Mildmay, I suppose. Gosh, doesn’t that sound odd. Perhaps I’ll just go with Mildmay. That’s better, isn’t it? More relaxed. Oh—it’s my first class,” he explained, noticing Morrigan’s look of polite confusion. “I’m new. Just graduated as a Senior Scholar last year. Go easy on me, won’t you?” Morrigan smiled.
Nevermoor Map teacher- this will become a sweet friendship
