"Hello, Remus, it's nice to meet you." And really if he wanted an autograph, they should skip all of this and just ask for it, but she was used to very strange fans. "Right, nice, story there. It's almost like my father decided to get me high early in the morning, which wouldn't be unusual for him, but he knows that I'll string him up by his balls if he tries it with me. I can't fuck up with potions."
Savannah shrugged. "It's Hogwarts. Who the hell knows why things keep happening, and the students are probably eating, not that I really care at the moment. Or ever. That's not my job." She took the copy of the Prophet. "Why exactly are we looking at a copy from two years ago? And I can't believe that they keep putting articles about United. They really have a hard on for that team." She folded the paper and ended it back. "Look, love, if you want an autograph, I can give you one. If you want my father's, my aunt's, my grandmother's, I can get you one, but really I need to go now."