The tall, thin form of Zada Forbes D'Eath boarded the train. She hadn't counted on going back to Hogwarts again, but it was appeared it was necessary. They needed a potions professor, and, with a bit of calculated discussion with Lorcan, she had accepted. She wasn't entirely ungrateful to be undisturbed by the predawn cries of her first born son, born in the early summer. Lorcan would have, for the first time, to step up as a father and actually be one because Zada wasn't exactly born with maternal genetics.
Despite the frustration of what she thought was incompetence in those who were entrusted to handle her trunks and get them aboard, she was, as ever, poised and smooth outwardly. It had made her a tad later in getting on the train that she would have preferred, though. She was sure of herself, at least where potions were concerned. She wasn't sure how she was going to do as Head of House for Hufflepuff, though. Slytherins? Now that might have been a different thing. During her time in serving for Gellert Grindelwald, she had seen rather mousy looking Huffles. Mousy wasn't ever a word someone used to describe Zada. Self assured, professional, intellectual, perhaps even icy--not maternal, not mousy. This would indeed be interesting.
Reach for it. Those had been Lorcan's words not meant as encouragement, but meant as instructions. He wanted her to reach somewhere within herself to find a way to make this work. She had merely looked at him, stonefaced. She wasn't sure she even had it within. That would be the interesting part, it seemed.
She walked down the passage way and saw the compartments that were being filled with students. She slid open the door of one of the compartments. "Might I join you?" she asked. First years. Well, if she were to "reach for it," she might as well start straight away.