"The idea of having one floor for the Ministry helps, so people are sort of forced to be there, but it doesn't apply to everyone. On the other hand, it's not like you can tell people where they are supposed to live. You'd have a mutiny in your hands." The situation was stressful enough without forcing people to sleep in certain places with people they might not like. "You're one strange man, Jamie Potter. That's all I have to say. Who cares what the day wants, it's about what I want."
She grinned. "I don't know. It sounds to me that a lot of blonds instead of redheads lower the temperature with their coolness and their 'I assume' and 'I believe'," she said, giggling at her own attempts to a posh accent. "I'm always awesome. How many people thought of celebrating your new job? Me! Because I'm awesome, and I also don't let you get high and mighty on your last name by laughing at you."
Savannah rolled her eyes. "You are terrible and terribly good at pretending. Thing is if you asked anyone in our time, you were the friendly one, the one who got to know people. They never saw how much you weren't their friends just because you took a picture or signed an autograph or sent them a message in the journals." She didn't know how people could be that blind. "Quidditch is always a hit. Maybe with the new brooms, we can do a real tournament, with a minimum number of games and scores. I'll have a think." She sorted. "I'm not swimming with a giant squid and mermaids. I'm not suicidal, thank you very much. I'll leave that to the Potters."