At the announcement of the girls last name, her stomach dropped.
Dumbledore. She was the daughter of Albus Dumbledore and ...her thoughts stopped. She was too exhausted to even begin to comprehend what was going on at this point. Her face was blank to Kastra, though.
Covering her mouth as she yawned, she gave her a weak sort of smile, "Alice Prewett, nice to meet you. I mean, I've probably seen you around, but most of the time, faces just sort of blend together for me anymore," she said softly waving her hand.