This, the two had in common, believing their animal companions to more resemble beloved friends and members of the family. One might have thirty Araby fighting weasels, but there was only one Tularemia, just as one can have all the lyrebirds in the world and there could never be another Belladonna.

The Socialite, who had already been seated just across from the Pupil, readjusted to face the board and smiled back at the Pupil. "It was a pleasure meeting you, truly. I hope to see you in future classes."