Amelia looked down for a moment, taking an opportunity to fold the napkin in half over her lap. Never having to to play this game at her age, and in all reality- never being ment to play it at all. And here he was, young and free- having to spend his evening entertaining her.
The least she could offer to him was honesty.
"Sadly no. I fear I spent a great deal of my time actually studying. I wasn't the type to run off and get myself in trouble. Never saw the reason- and... more to the point. I didn't exactly want to live up to any expectations. Kept my head down, studied copious amounts in history..." She shrugged one shoulder, reaching across her chest to fix the strap. "They told me sixth year that it was all sorted, I never really worried about it."
As the waiter came back, she took a cursory glance at her menu before handing it back- ordering a glass of wine and her supper. She may not have visited the place as to the point of memorizing the menu, but she knew her favorites.
"But that's all in the past." Amelia continued, waving her hand as if to disperse the memory of Hogwarts. "These days I do try to be more involved. As for you...?" She finished, letting the question hang in the air.