She thinks that she sees something in his eyes, something a bit strange, but it's gone almost as soon as it's there, and she can't bother herself to read into it. Truthfully, she just doesn't want to. She wants to believe that this man who is being so kind to her is really as great as he seems on a first impression.
It occurs to her that this is impulsive, perhaps even dangerous, because they don't really know one another. But that smile of his erases her worries.
She takes his elbow without another thought, listening to his words with keen interest as they stroll, "That's extremely fascinating. I can't say that I've ever invented a spell, but I'm fair with charms. Transfiguration is my talent though."
She tipped her head back slightly, looking up at the stars that were beginning to peak out, "Lupus," she said softly, searching for the stars that formed the 'wolf' in the night sky, her eyes finding them with familiarity, "Do you have a favorite?"