It amused her that a gruff and introverted boy like this one loved honey, or maybe it was just sweets. It was hard to tell. Her earrings jangled quietly as she settled back with her cup, she consumed it slowly, not just because of the temperature but because of the strength. Head tilted to the side she watched him, putting together a profile in her mind since she couldn't remember much more than his name from his official file. Seventh year most likely, sixth maybe, and if he wasn't wearing Slytherin green she would have been torn between that and Gryffindor. Kinder inside than he wanted people to believe she thought.
When he burned himself she refrained from asking if he was okay, he didn't seem the sort to appreciate anything that vaguely resembled mothering and besides, he wasn't rolling on the floor in pain, "James Buchanan." She nodded, as if thinking about the name before looking back at him again, "That is a very posh sounding name. I can't blame you for wanting something less formal." A Scottish surname, if she remembered, interesting to have it as a middle name, "So what brings you in today Bucky?" After she said it she realized that it sounded a bit like what a shopkeeper would say, but since he wasn't being very forthcoming with what was on his mind, the direct approach was always good.