Lips pursuing slightly as she tilted her head down to give him a small grin, she rose a brow and took another sip of her drink. "One has to eat." Which was true, she did know enough mild cooking spells to get herself by, at least.
"Then it was you're group that always left out desks in such a shamble." Her lips thinned as if almost annoyed, though her mind was nearly laughing at the memory; and the moment she realized she was even slightly reminisencing, almost happy she shook it away. This was all wrong, she did not enjoy herself, and not with Malcolm Baddock.
Sititng up a little straighter, she put her drink down and nodded. "Of course. I am sure that Madame Rosemerta saw through your idiotic attempts." The words were out as normal, but the strange feeling she felt after she said them, almost as if guilt, was strange, unfarmilar, and she didn't like it.