But it wasn't repetition for Oriel, who had missed it the first time. He read the words on the man's lips, and saw the pointed look down at the quill and he understood that he was speaking with another Wizard. (That, or it was a really big coincidence. Unlikely!).
"It's not taken. Please, sit," he said, waving his hand likely at the seat, and, well, Kevin was already settling his things down. A bag as well and what looked to be a laptop? He tended to stick with Wizarding ways of writing, even though he knew how to use a computer. But there was something he quite liked about the smell of ink and paper.
"I'm Oriel," he introduced himself, a smile curling up the corners of his mouth as he held his hand out in offering to shake.