"So what's a creature from Greece doing here...."

A bloody good question, and one that Jez had been pondering herself. There hadn't been any during Hogwarts' last battle, she was certain. One of the Aurors would have noticed.

"Oh yeah. Go you. You didn't die. Well done."

Jez's smile made another appearance. It might have been a sarcastic remark, but she didn't think so; it struck her as a congratulations given by someone who wasn't sure how to go about it, or who didn't really see the point in doing so beyond social convention. She acknowledged it with a nod, equally keen to avoid making a big deal of it.

When the crispy witch joined them, Jez also noticed Mkichaa's reaction; it bordered on hostile. An interesting woman, this Slytherin. Actually, and let it never be said aloud, she reminded Jez of a younger version of herself. Probably the ability to be easily annoyed. The newcomer wasn't doing much to endear herself, either, though she wasn't bothering Jez - her brother chattered more than anyone else on earth. Still, it was a good deal more effusive than the other two had been, and Jez lapsed into silence, watching the crispy one serving herself and talking.

At one point, she asked Jez if she had been a Slytherin; she had to repress an instinct to start growling. Much as her attitude towards Slytherin had mellowed, there was a gut-level offense at being mistaken for one. She was, after all, a Muggleborn former Auror, and some things stuck.

"Have you seen anyone else around?"

"No," Jez answered, simply. "And I'm Jez; Hufflepuff." Something else the crispy witch - Guenevere - had said had caught Jez's attention. "You said something about booby-traps?" she asked, mildly concerned. "Where?" If the whole castle was rigged with traps, her job was going to be complicated.