"Sorry to say, still here," she said happily, waggling them for effect. It was actually quite hard to singe off just your eyebrows while working with dragons. When, not if, you got burned it tended to be a bit of a broader problem. But the eyebrow joke always seemed to persist with people.
Nessie waved off his gentlemanly offer, more than capable of fending for herself and leaned against the bar as she ordered a pint and a shot of firewhisky. "I'm great," she chatted, "You? Settling in at Hogwarts alright?" She'd struggled enough to keep her attention in line while a student, she couldn't fathom being a teacher.