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If Amelia was blessed in the art of Legilmency she would have agreed with Jeorge in that a wizard was never late. Truth be told, arriving before the feast and the sorting ceremony meant they were not late. She nodded at him in greeting, as she glanced over toward Wilber who had delighted in summer vacation if his skin tone wasn't enough a giveaway. While she hadn't a destination summer, it delighted her that her colleagues were able to take part in such. What was the ramblings about jams and marmalades though? In his sun-kissed frenzy he seemed to have been lax with the customary dad joke, but his jolly demeanor was enough. "Raspberry jam in the morning does sound lovely, thank you," Amelia admitted, patting his fingers in return when they touched her shoulder. Or as she head the list of a few items rattled off to Ean, she glanced over again. "Or well perhaps some fig and bitter orange sounds intriguing." It'd probably do her well to have something unique from raspberry.
Though she didn't recall Marcus too much from their school days, if he recalled anything of her she was never the type to hold grudges. Unless you were a Slytherin named Cassandra, but even grudges with her old nemesis was long forgotten. She smiled though at his pun. "Fern-tastic, huh? As long as you didn't go stir-crazy awaiting your return." Little less obvious subject connection with hers.
The transfiguration professor got a nod as well, but there would be time to catch up on summer later. Anyone more than a seat away, she really hated to chit-chat with as it felt strained. That included Ean, whom she caught his wave and would definitely be speaking with him later. Likewise for Dhruv.
Grateful to not be involved too much with chatter as the head bossman was about to begin his customary opening speech now that the sorting ceremony had concluded. Seafood diet. Har har. Although if one asked her, it was her favorite sort of diet. She applauded discreetly at his welcome to the first years and transfers, eager particularly to see if any would show promise in flying. Particularly with Wilber's mention of Gobstones sign-ups and Quidditch tryouts in the immediate future. No time to deliberate too long as there was that customary dad joke. A bagel that can fly without magic?? Wait. Is that what she thought it was ?? She studied the headman and glanced over to Jeorge, thinking as muggle studies professor perhaps he'd know this. Which after a moment, she was fairly sure she knew the answer.
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