She tilted her head again, this time in thought. "You know, I don't know. I take mine black, like my poor withered little heart," she said lightly, jokingly. She swirled her cup where he could see it, unblemished by a spot of cream or milk.
She smiled, responding to the change in demeanor, shoulders relaxing a bit. She shifted her mug to her left hand and shaking his. Her palm was warm from the mug. "Hi Chris, I'm Dora," she said, going with the slightly less familiar nickname. It had mostly been used in Slytherin House, though it wasn't unknown out of it. "Nice to meet you." She grinned a little. "Since you're new again, do you need help finding the bookstore?" she asked, a little amused but knowing that the Alleys had changed a lot in the last few years.