Take this boy, for example: surrounded by panicking mundanes who somehow made their way into the Scholomance, and independents desperate for maintenance shifts to take on, he found a way to make them feel better. Soon, he'll have everyone eating out of the palm of his hand. That's a boy Hira needs to know. She saunters over, not needing to check to know that her enchanted earrings are doing the work of keeping her posture and gait graceful and poised. That can help in a fight, too, but it's most important now, when she's trying to impress strangers.

"They're really taking to you," Hira says to him, in accented English, as she watches the retreating back of a confused freshman.