The hall was quiet and largely intact; it had potential as a base camp. Her huge, camouflage-patterned backpack had a small tent rolled up and secured under its top flap; a wizarding tent (or, in this case, a witching tent) that contained a rickety camp bed, a small but serviceable stove, and a cramped shower. It wasn't secondhand so much as twenty-sixthhand, and as magical tents went, it was shabby and undesirable. Jez couldn't afford anything better, though, and she preferred to use her sleeping bag (which when magically shrunken fit into a side pocket with ease) in unknown, unsafe locations. She was more likely to detect an incoming attack when she was part of the environment.

When no Hat was forthcoming, the twenty-nine year old ventured towards the table, walking carefully along its perimeter with a wary look. She halted, swished her wand, and murmured Specialis Revelio to reveal any enchantments used on it. Nothing happened. She would have been slightly more at ease if it had - this was just... really bloody odd.

She shook her head vaguely, tangled brown waves bobbing as they continued unravelling from her bun. Well, whatever. She still found the pancakes highly suspicious. Both of them. Jez backed away and unclipped her pack's belt from her waist, heaving it to the ground. She'd barely started unzipping it when a sound drew her to her feet, where she raised her wand before stepping silently into a patch of shadow beside the window. Half-expecting another ridiculous creature, she was curious to see that it was another woman - or so it appeared, at any rate.

Remaining in her piece of darkness, Jez spoke up, her soft tone belying her readiness to curse the intruder if necessary. "Who are you?" she asked, bluntly. "The mystery chef?"

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