She heard a woman talked to her. Ahh. This must be my boss. She couldn't help but thinking. She seemed nice. I mean, when she walked in her co-workers were playing a game. That was definitely a plus. "Stella Matthews, Ma'am." She hoped 'ma'am' was all right. She realized she was probably being wayyy too up tight. She rolled her shoulders in an attempt to loosen up. "A lot of people call me Matty, though." She never really liked her name, it made her feel too... formal.

Stella smiled politely as she took her seat. She looked around the room quickly and felt a slight jolt of... not panic... but, a slight uncomfortable air. She felt young. Most people in the room looked older than her, if only by a few years. Only one man looked around her age, maybe slightly younger. He had been screaming about Slytherin. It didn't make her think any less of him, she wasn't the type to judge. She tried to put on a bold face. She gratefully took the cookie and ate it slowly. Such. Good. Cookies.

She had no idea why she was so nervous. She'd graduated from Hogwarts as a top student, she'd traveled and really established herself as witch. She realized with a start she was probably supposed to take PART in the game. Right. This whole nervous thing wasn't her cup of tea.

"Okay, well. Two truths and a lie? Hmm.." She thought for a moment before continuing, "I speak French, not quite fluently, but well. When I was younger I used to do magic tricks for muggle kids around my neighborhood to make some money. Once, when I was mad at my brother, I turned his hair pink and no one could fix it for three months."

The second one was a lie. She did magic tricks, but never for muggles around the neighborhood and she never made money. She DID, however, do a few magic tricks while she was traveling... and that was for money.