Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
Merely nodding, Maeve accepted the compliment without argument. She knew it was impressive but she took her own ability in stride and didn't think too much of it anymore.
Taking her place back on her stool, Maeve looked over at Branwen, still standing there aimlessly. Usually she would have baulked at the thought of company while she worked but she had been contemplating recently how she needed to try a little harder to expand her social circle. The girl wore Ravenclaw colours which certainly helped matters. Socialising wasn't natural for her and dealing with a Hufflepuff or Gryffindor certainly wouldn't work. "Um, I'm Maeve," she added, awkwardly.