Returning to a wizarding school was, in many ways, madness. Her own days in Japan had been one things, even if she was forced to keep her robes locked away, wearing ones she had borrowed from another whenever it was needed. Those days though were decades before, more than she cared to count in fact, and coming upon the century mark.

Returning to a modern school, and in Scotland no less, was taking a chance. Especially a school where Snape teaches. It wasn't as if he wasn't going to know Kitiara's true, and she knew he might share it with others. In the end, she was fairly certain he had shared it. Hence the rumors that her acute hearing certainly heard.

Instead of hiding from it though, she encouraged it.

She didn't wear robes for class. She talked about ancient times, the places they studied, as if she had been there. Which she had. Let them talk. So far no one had approached her. Not even Severus. She hoped for that confrontation one day though.

For today though, she was more interested in the way Eldrine seemed to be dawdling after the others had left.

Rising from her desk, she offered an engaging smile and a wave of her hand. "Anything I might help you with, Dear?"

She was smart, and more than that, she was curious. Doing much better than most of the students, if Kitiara was honest.