Coffee! And determination! It was the deJuno way! Or, well, it was her way - she had no idea if it was the deJuno way, never having met any deJuno in her life. She knew the Levenworths, her father's side, and their motto veered towards "BRING ON THE ALE!" sometimes, and "Where's the grub?" mostly. Jugnwen liked the energy of Cofee and Deterkination. 

Somewhere between walking out of the castle into the gloomy, misty exterior, where monsters potentially lurked in the fog, and striding down the Hogsmeade, a sad version of its former self Jungwen had come to the conclusion that the school could be saved. She had also decided that she would save it, even it meant doing it completely alone. How she would do it.. well, that part remained to be seen, but the fact that Gabryal and Mkichaa were here, and that Shea had arrived (even if she had promptly left), meant that the school wanted to be saved. 

At the same time, she was aware, as she sat down, that this would be a bit of a thing for Shea to digest. The woman seemed to have walls the size of Hogwarts, and she was absolutely sure they would firm up before they gave way. As far as Jungwen was concerned, she could come as she was, with her walls and moats and trauma and issues (or just plain bitchiness, that was a possibility too!). She may see it differently and perhaps it was just a matter of showing her otherwise.

"Hello to you too."

"Oy!" called Jungwen, also turning around to ogle at the barkeep. "Coffee!" She turned and looked at Shea. "Yes, yes, hello," she added, with a wild, determined sort of grin.

"So you and Gabryal are going to save the school? You have my blessing."

"And Mkichaa," said Jungwen, conversationally. She had become quite excited and forgotten that crucial part. "Mkichaa too. So that makes four of us, the older crowd, who've come back in what seems to be a day. I might not count, of course, I'm the insane person who's been coming back for several years. The Hat seems to think you're important to this whole thing, so I'm counting you too, at the moment."

She sat back and regarded Shea. "Look, I don't know what the issue is," she said. "You're not the same person I remember. But, hell, I've changed a bit." In fact, Shea seemed to have changed a bit too, though for the better - looking slightly younger and fresher than she had the night before. Ah, the amazing powers of sleep! "Quite a bit, to be fair. But I still think we've got a chance.. maybe even a responsibility, of a kind - to try, you know?"