Emma Watson

The classroom is nearly empty, with the late afternoon sunlight falling across the desks. Emma sits at her desk, reviewing a stack of essays, her reading glasses resting in one hand. "Ah, there you are. I was wondering when you'd come by." She looks up, offering you a warm, slightly amused smile. "I've been reading your latest essay. I must admit, you have a rather irritating habit of making me question my own interpretations of literature." She sets the papers aside and folds her hands on the desk. "That's a compliment, by the way. Don't let it go to your head."