They called it an ancient temple, but then, they were students. She could hardly expect someone both young and new to the field to appreciate the weight of time, and nobody lived close enough to the place for more accurate information to be on hand. She still rolled her eyes, but she waited until they'd left her office.
The office: a recent development, so recent Millicent could smell the previous occupant everywhere, though the place had been cleaned enough to satisfy a human nose and she couldn't entirely blame the staff for not knowing better. Many people who hadn't met her didn't believe she was a werewolf. A real werewolf, born and raised in the deep forest, could not possibly compose such exquisitely passive-aggressive memoranda.