Well, she was smiling, so that was a good sign. And apparently it was good to meet him, so that made two good signs. Maybe he could still relate to teenagers after all? But the giggle... the giggle was too much. Yes, it threw him off. "Seventeen, eh? That's right impressive, Sierra." Because sometimes staying alive that long at Hogwarts was an accomplishment. Especially after the rumors he'd heard about last term..

"Well thank yeh, tha's right kind of yeh, it is." Or she was just doing her Prefect duties. He could never tell with Slytherins, even in his own days as a student. "If we make it 'cross the Lake!" he said cheerfully as she retreated. It was a calm night, they should have smooth sailing the whole way.



Once again, he was relieved from this awkward unique conversation by a civilized sane second student. "'Ello, lad. Wha' can I do fer yeh?" he said politely. Ah yes, the old transfer student question. "No, not if yeh don' wan' to." He lowered his voice and bent down a bit. "Bu' if I were you, I'd take th' carriages. Faster, warmer, an' much more comfy," he finished with a wink.