Shortly after Horace Slughorn's entrance the door swung open again as the squat gray-haired witch in dust-coloured robes stepped in. It wasn't frequent that Pomona Sprout was out of the castle during a school year, usually preferring something else over the visit to Hogsmeade during weekends, but this was the meeting of a considerabled importance as she had gathered when Albus requested her presence in it, and she didn't question it.

Upon noticing the other attendants of this meeting, Pomona made her way towards them without hesitation, giving a nod of greeting to Aberforth, who observed her as she passed. "Good evening everyone," She spoke, with a genuine smile as she approached the table. Taking a seat next to Filius, she observed the woman with curiosity for a moment, her eyes flickering at Rabastan Lestrange who at the moment seemed to be the object of Horace's attention next as she gave him a warm smile. The young wizard hasn't been out of school for too long, and Pomona remembered all the former students fondly.

"I made it on time, I see," She spoke to the Headmaster next, turning her attention away from Rabastan and the Auror. "Will there be someone else joining us, apart from Minerva, Albus?"

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.