The interloper flagrantly ignored her, heading straight for the pancakes and paying no heed to the seventeen pumpkins. Well, she probably wasn't a monster in disguise; she seemed to have a very human (and reasonable) taste in food. That didn't mean she wasn't a dark witch, or - as it turned out - a generally unpleasant person.

"Well. You obviously weren't in Ravenclaw."

Ah. Another old student. And you obviously were in Slytherin, Jez thought, part of her amused in a nostalgic sort of way. Back in school, she'd have started a fight with this woman - well, perhaps not this one, as she appeared to be a few years younger than Jez and they weren't likely to have crossed paths (and therefore wands). Now, though, she merely moved out of the shadowy patch, keeping her back to the wall in case Something considered sneaking up behind her, and scrutinised the young woman for anything familiar. Jez had been her House's Seeker for three years, then Quidditch Captain and Duelling Club President in her last year at Hogwarts, but if those activities had ever brought her into contact with this Slytherin, she had no idea.

"Hufflepuff," she said, aware that the woman was unlikely to compliment her on her House's reputation for loyalty and hard work, and not caring in the least. Once, she would have hexed - or punched - anyone who put Hufflepuff down, but she had outgrown that. It no longer mattered what people thought of ol' Helga's family; she knew better than they did. "Name's Jez. And you're Slytherin, yeah?" How strange to be talking about Hogwarts Houses again, when she was an adult staring down the barrel of her thirtieth year.

"Did the Sorting Hat annoy you into coming here, too?" she added, for she hadn't quite forgiven the little shit yet.

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