Lyra snickered once again as she couldn't help but take sight at the old man sitting at the table and of all things, she couldn't help but overhear Vindictus spat off a little funny at him too. "I think he's older than dirt," she whispered. "I'm doing well, just strange to be back and something that I have to get used too." She shrugged her shoulders and heard someone call her name.

Her wide eyes of shock looked towards the one who called her wondering if she was already in trouble. No one knew her name unless there was trouble following. Her eyes fell upon the lady she met in the street of Diagon Alley. "Ohhh..." this was bad. She couldn't remember the lady's name except for Meredith and she certainly couldn't call her that. "Please forgive me, Miss. I...ummm...what should I call you now that you are seated at the staff table instead of the streets of Diagon Alley?" There that sounded somewhat professional and so not Lyra at all.