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His weird was her normal, so Iris wouldn't be very much bothered by his judgements. There was surely something she would find odd about him eventually because that was just how life worked. But also, there was something amusing about herself personifying the scales of Lady Justice while she debated which of the snacks to go with when there had been no crime committed other than her own of indecision. But ALSO he might find it interesting to know that the imagery and depiction dated way way waaaaaaaaay back to Ancient Egypt and the goddess Maat. "I don't really want to be formal unless you want me to," she replied bluntly with a firm nod of the head while returning the items she did no longer required - meaning that she had a cauldron cake for herself and licorice wands for her brother. "So I'll be sticking with JT, if that is perfectly alright with you." Easy to say, easy to remember...she would be able to journal about this quite easily later, and commit the longer version of his name to memory as well just incase she were to ever grow cross with him and therefore full naming him a necessity.
Paying the trolley lady, Iris tucked the licorice wands into her beaded bag and once again pushed her thick rimmed glassed up as they were dangerously close to falling off. Something must be loose on them because they were not sitting comfortably on her face anymore, giving her view of the world a somewhat Dutch angle of clarity. His face was perfectly fine though, which was very good because she could continue to look at him without the risk of a headache later. "Oh, Slytherin. That's the one with the common room beneath the lake, right? That must be fascinating to wake up to! My Auntie Dot was a Slytherin when she was at Hogwarts, though I doubt very much I am suited for that house," she explained. "Mum was a Hufflepuff, but I believe my brother inherited that disposition, and dad had alternate schooling so no house associations to be predicted there...Between the two remaining houses I do have my inklings but I think I would like to keep that conversation between myself and the Sorting Hat, if you don't mind." And she suspected that Uncle Di would be receiving a certain spirted correspondence about. "Which of Slytherin's house traits do you think was the one that tipped the scales in favor of your Sorting there?" she asked while carefully peeling off some of the paper wrapped around her cauldron cake.
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