Tavris scrambles for her bag, hitching it over her shoulder and looking a little dazed as Ms. Serket suddenly turns and makes for the door.

"Um, no ma'am, I won't," she squeaks, before following after, closing the door carefully and making straight for her dormitory to clean herself up before dinnertime. She's got a lot to think about, a lot to worry about, for she's not quite sure what she should be expecting.