A Magical Roleplaying Experience 

 #33677  by Thelma Falklands
"I am the one who should be thanking you," Thelma replied although she was unsure whether she was referring to the talks or the tea.

The healer fixed the professor with one last mournful gaze. "I better leave you now, it has been a sad day for all of us."

She knew that whatever words of comfort and wisdom Minerva had nurtured in the past twenty minutes would collapse and dissolve as soon as she returned to the lonely corridors of her dark and empty home. Still, a smile crinkled against the crows nest of her weathered features as long as she was in the elder woman's presence.

"Take care, professor" came Thelma's final words not before apparating the room, leaving nothing in her absence except the mellow scent of royal milk tea and a faint tinge of misery.