"Please, you can drop the Professor," Katrina-Carlotta said with a slight smile, "I'm not, nor have I ever been, a teacher. If you must give me a title, use Headmistress." Well, that was something of a lie, she'd taught, just never in an official capacity. If plans went accordingly, that would be changing this coming school year. There were a few students she'd had her eye on during the past few terms, students who she would approach about the topic of private lessons. She wasn't trying to recruit children, no matter what people would think if they found out. Sure, if any of them wanted to join the Death eaters she wouldn't complain, but that was not her intention. She just wanted to see the teenagers reach their full potential. For their talents to remain unused or even unrealized was, in her opinion, the ultimate waste.
"Take a seat," the European continued, face smoothing out into something more serious. Permission for the other witch to say whatever she wanted was implied. After all, Katrina-Carlotta may have been harsh, but she would always listen to any Death Eater who came to her. Furthermore, her Death Eaters were smart, and often had useful information. It would be idiotic of her not to listen when one asked to speak.
Sliding out of her seat, the witch strode towards the back wall, and opened a locked cabinet only to pull out a bottle of wine and two glasses. She wanted a drink, and it would be rude of her not to offer Pansy the same. Slipping back into her seat with the grace of a large feline, Katrina-Carlotta set one of the glasses down before the reporter. Removing the cork with a practiced twist of simple wandless magic, the woman poured wine into both glasses before leaning back in her seat and taking a sip of her own.