They went inside.  Mystic diagrams were on posters on the walls, and assorted minor magics were everywhere to be seen-- many of them traditions that were less familiar to Nitocris, but her experienced eye let her see the principles behind them.

"It is set up a lot like the science area," Nitocris said.

"Interesting," said Hermione.  "That gives me hope of figuring this out... should we look for a teacher?"

"There should be one around here," Nitocris said.

Nearby, a tall man in a grey suit was looking over some books and taking notes.  He was probably old enough to be a teacher...

"Are you one of the teachers here?" Nitocris asked the man.

"...Yes," he said.  "I do teach here occasionally.  Why do you ask?"

"I was interested in what the program here was like," Nitocris said.

He gave her a measuring look.

"There are different levels for different students," he said.  "In your case, you might well be in an advanced study group with me."

"Ah, good. You are clearly a good judge of talent," Nitocris said.

"I'm judging the magic you have gathered to you," he corrected.  "I don't know your talent level, but you clearly have power and will need advanced training.  If you have a solid background, we can do more with that."

"I do have a solid background," Nitocris said.

"That will certainly help," he said.  "Do you have goals?"

"I am hoping to expand my pool of spells as well as learn of any developments in the field in the last four millennia," Nitocris said.

The man nodded.

"It's a broad and complex field," he said.  "Do you have a particular special area within it?"

"Mostly with weather magic and some spirit magic as well," Nitocris said and then summoned her mirror. "And my mirror as well."

"All right," he said.  "And those others with you...?"

"My friend and girlfriend," Nitocris said. "They have an interest in getting into magic."

"...Interesting," he said.  "They've had no experience at all.  The aura of the one... I'm not sure how to begin teaching them.  But then, I wouldn't be.  They'd have a different teacher."

"I thought that anyone could learn? All of us had no experience when we started, no?" Nitocris asked.

"Perhaps they can," he said, "but I don't handle beginners, and wouldn't know how to start.  Others do that."

"Who would that be then?" Nitocris asked.

"She is known as Miss Inspire," he said.  "Her office is down that hall..."

"Thank you," Nitocris said, heading for the office.

Miss Inspire's office was just ahead.  The door opened as Nitocris approached.