[And without ceremony, the door swings open, and in walks the Witch King, his crimson hair trailing through the grass.]

Hello, my dear! How goes your studies? Hm?

[The black void-like eyes glance briefly at Henry and he gives him a wave.]

Oh, keeping her company? Well, don't stay too long. She's hardworking but gets performance jitters you see!

[Amelia stands there frozen staring at her teacher before taking a few steps back to be near Henry. Meanwhile, without wasting any more time, the strange creature called the Witch King surveys the floor with the magically created grassy meadow while humming.]