Despite never having attended Hogwarts as a student, Evelyn had walked the halls enough times to know that she was glad that she hadn't. Beauxbatons was a much more visually appealing school and the chateau had always felt more welcoming than the cold, stone castle she currently stood in. Evelyn could literally feel the draft nipping at her ankles and she couldn't get rid of the sneer across her mouth even if she wanted to.
Louis would attend here however, that was decided over a year ago, and though Evelyn would much prefer the boy attend her alma mater, they did not live in a country that Beauxbaton accepted students from, and even though Evelyn despised this castle, Minerva McGonagall was a force to be reckoned with and Louis would do well under her tutelage. Not that Evelyn would ever admit such a thing, even under the Cruciatus Curse.
Following behind the half-giant who's name she could never remember, Evelyn squeezed Emerson's forearm, having not let go since they apparated to the castle gates. Passing a witch who she could only presume was a teacher considering the late hour, she took notice of the somber look on their face and pulled Emerson a little closer to her in response.
Evelyn nearly jumped when the half-giant murmured, his voice though low, was like a gun shot and when she looked around again she spotted Minerva McGonagall standing at the top of stairs looking far too ominous. She would have scoffed if they weren't here on such grime circumstances.
Moving up the stairs, their escorting having stopped at the bottom of them, Evelyn stared at the figure above them, unmoving and solid and felt Emerson hesitate next to her. Knowing she might have to take the lead, she swallowed and straightened up.
"Professor McGonagall, good evening."