"Nostalgia. I'm going to go check out my old school too, but I passed through first. And then there was this whole thing with a Hat attacking me and at no point saying that I was going to have to save the school. Maybe it needs me to keep going on with my life and send contractors back to you who can actually do things like build castles once you figure out a plan for the monsters and get the halls safe again."

"Well, at least that's something," said Jungwen, trying not to be deflated by all the logic and reason and the walls. "The nostalgia I mean. It seems very much like you just walked in and were quite unhappy about it."

This was going to be quite a battle, Jungwen could tell. And then, she had to remind herself that conversations were not battles, people were not enemies ot be defeated. Tact and understanding, the Hat had reminded her before she'd left the Slytherin dormitories, though in the face of her fears in the halls, she had lost track of what he had said, perhaps also because of the way he had said it. For whatever reason, all her interactions with the Hat had, so far, been really aggressive. Perhaps because she looked at most conversations as a battle, he had reflected the same back to her.

"Did the Hat really attack you?" she asked, a little curiously. "I ask because he seemed quite clear we needed you on board." To be fair, Jungwen would have liked Shea on board too, but this was a different kind of Shea and she wasn't entirely sure. "Maybe because for me things have been a kind of battle for a bit, and we need someone who is more... logical. I don't know what he told you, but he seemed quite clear that there was something happening at school. Would you prefer to talk to him instead?" This was going absolutely nowhere, she was sure of it. It didn't matter, she told herself. If need be, she would defend the school alone, from the monsters or whatever the hell else was coming. Trying not to look too determined about it, she sipped her coffee.