Ava simple nodded. "I am one of two, my brother Tristan before me." She said, there was a tone of annoyance in her voice, though she'd been in enough etiquette lessons to keep her face blank of such emotions. She did manage a bit of a smile though, when Oliver mentioned the house he'd belonged to. "I've always been fond of Gryffindor, it's not as good as my fathers house of course, but Uncle certainly knows how to choose his students." There was always a bit of wildness in the Gryffindor house that Ava had come to admire, and relate to. Sure, she was brought up to be sophisticated, to know how to act like a woman of her status, but her father had brought her up practicing in woods with blades and bows, and she enjoyed time spent bear foot in the woods.
Her eyebrows lifted when he mentioned Quidditch. "The game on brooms, yes?" She asked, "Godolfr was going to show me, but weather did not permit before... well, the town became what you see before you now. Many of the villagers played regularly... They called it a camp, I believe. It was run by the ginger haired woman, and the older blond man." She shrugged then, she did not know their names or even if their camp was going to continue after the town was fixed.
"Currently," She said with a wave of her arm gesturing to her pile of books, "I'm researching long term charms to fortify buildings from natural disasters. We've had an earthquake and a flood in my time here, but others have spoken of other floods and fires that have swept the town before. It is part of my job as part of the research group. Members of planning and design come up with ideas, they give it to the head of research and he gives the task to one of us. We compare notes, decided which method would work best, and decide where it goes from there. There are worse things to be doing, I'm sure. Though there are likely just as many things I'd rather be doing."