"This'll give you a leg up in the aurors' small crimes division," Winter deadpans, wearing a half-smile, taking Presley's hand after a moment of hesitation. She's not even sure if that's an actual division, but she's proud of her pun, regardless.

She is about as graceful a climber as you would expect. Quick to get up once pulled, but utterly heedless of how her skirt flips and folds. Thank god for a petticoat. Once she's up with the rest of them, she smooths out her dress, clears her throat, and offers, "Roll it down Ms. Treetops' back?"

She scrambles up Tansy's frozen arm, clinging to the teacher's sleeve to reach her shoulder.