A glance at her watch told her -- "About six hours." She still hadn't decided whether she would go out for a pint with a total stranger -- particularly one of his blood -- but there was a simultaneous temptation she couldn't quite put her finger on. He said he hadn't been in the country ten years. That was awfully refreshing, considering how stifling, at times, the wizarding community could be. Everyone knew each other in some way or another. The population was so tiny, relatively, that the chances of seeing a new face in her usual haunts was slim. There was an appeal of newness. She desperately needed novelty.
Pulling away from the desk, she tossed her quill back onto it and gave him an expression of humouring sympathy. "One point for the right country.