Dean, Hermione, and Open
Hermione settled into the seat. She always felt a bit out of place when drinking was a focal point of one of the groups gatherings. A part of her really missed the days when they were in school and time together were more about being with each other than escaping the world around them.
"Thank you," she sat up a little taller in the chair so as to show the fullness of the outfit. She couldn't help but smirk at his obvious distaste of the bow tie. "It's not that bad. It could be a foot wide and polka dotted." She had seen ties like that on clowns and thought they looked absolutely ridiculous.
When he asked how she was Hermione went silent for a bit. That was a loaded question these days and she wasn't sure what all was going on in her life. "Handling the new job," she finally chose to say. When all else failed she could always focus on the office.