They cleared their throat, and thumbed at their eyes one more time, and then the Tailor straightened to full height. They were not a tall person, only having perhaps an inch on the Devil, but their spine straight and their head held high was in stark contrast to the state of most of their peers. A hand braced against the door frame, but that was the only support they took.

They passed their eyes over their classmates, and then met the Professor's gaze with an affirmative nod. "I think," they said, their voice hoarse but clear, "we could all do with a scone. Don't you agree?"