Genny was slightly reassured when the woman greeted her, and while it wasn't necessarily the friendliest greeting she'd ever received, it was a greeting none the less.  Unfortunately, being greeted meant that she’d at least committed herself to have this conversation at less of a shouting distance.

As she moved closer, Genny consciously tried to form her expression into something more friendly and less terrified, hopefully giving off the impression that she always found herself meeting with potential strangers for dinner in long abandoned castles.  But the real question running through her mind was whether these two women were actually strangers.

Genny’s eyes studied the features of the woman addressing her and looked for traces of people that she remembered.  It was hard, when she hadn’t run into anyone at all in years, but she didn’t think this was someone she’d known.  It was likely she’d have remembered if there had been anyone in the school with such a prominent scar, but there was no way to know if that had come later, short of asking.

"There's a pancake left over here, between the pumpkin and the... the other pumpkin... I don't know where this stuff came from, though.”

Her eyes drawn back to the table, Genny repressed a snort.  Someone in the castle definitely had a fondness for pumpkins.  She’d always thought of them as decorations, herself. 

“I'm sticking with rations, but Mkichaa, here ate one and so far she hasn't died or nothin'."

As the woman continued and included the second woman, Genny tried to re-school her expression into something less amused, since there was a possibility that this was the pumpkin enthusiast.  However, her smile froze again as she realized that Mkichaa was absolutely glaring at her, and that the hand not holding a pancake was now holding a wand.

“Um,” Genny stuttered again, wondering what the other woman found threatening.  “Uh, you know, I think I’ll leave the pancakes to her.  What else is hiding in between the pumpkins?  Do you mind if I join you?”

Without waiting, because really, they’d made it obvious they weren’t the owners of the food, and she was hungry, and unlikely to be any more uncomfortable with this conversation, Genny circled to the other side of the table to inspect the spread.  As a bonus, it was a little easier to have a table between her and the glaring pancake witch.

“Oh look!  Ham!”  Thankfully, the ham was already sliced, and Genny could just snag a few pieces away from it.  Then, trying to hide her skepticism, she reached towards a pumpkin.  Wait.  How does one attack a whole pumpkin?  A knife would probably work, but there didn’t seem to be any.  Genny pulled out her wand and, casting a spell she normally reserved for surgery, began to use her wand like a scalpel to carve herself a slice. 

Plate full, Genny moved back to the occupied end of the table and took a seat.  Mkichaa was still glaring.  What had she ever done to her?

“Wait!  Mkichaa!  I remember you!  Mkichaa!  I was always worried that I was pronouncing your name wrong!”  Of course, as Genny remembered now, Mkichaa had been a Slytherin, and that probably accounted for at least half of the glare.  That was fine then, she could handle being glared at by a Slytherin, especially once she hadn’t interacted with all that much.  “I’m Guenevere, from Ravenclaw.  I don’t know that we spoke much back then.”

Genny now turned back to the other woman, thinking that perhaps she was also a Slytherin.  She was practically glowing with friendliness in terms of surly Slytherins.  “I’m not sure that we’ve met though.  I’m Guenevere.  Were you in Slytherin with Mkichaa?  I was a Ravenclaw, although it seems to be closed off right now, so I’m feeling a bit lost in the castle.  Actually, closed off is a bit of an understatement.  Barricaded might be more accurate.  There’s booby traps and… and…”

Abruptly, Genny realized that she’d started to babble again.  She cleared her throat and sought solace in trying out her ham.  “This is pretty good!  So, um, anyway.  Have you seen anyone else around?”