why thanks i thought it was quite nice myself
His laughter made her mouth press even more into a line. Trying to not eye roll, she swallowed. Again, his annoying politeness was somehow enough to keep engaged in a conversation she would rather not be having. âWell, in that case, Seymour,â she said, he tone as dry as ever, âYou donât need call me Miss Abercrombie either.â For a moment, she let the corner of her mouth turn upward into something that resembled a very askew smile. That didnât last very much longer, because it never did. âEverything has been excellent,â she responded smoothly, trying to not show that everything really hadnât been excellent, âJob is nice. Sisters are well.â She clenched her jaw, and moved it around, until she decided to be a decent person. âWhat about you and your⊠job?â
A smile quirked his lips, matching hers. He also forgot how acerbic she could be sometimes -- but honestly, it was refreshing. At least she was honest. "Touche, Marie." It was a little strange being on first-name basis with a former student, what with all of the formalities they'd once engaged in, but he supposed it was the same way in which he was now allowed to call Flitwick "Filius" now without so much as a flinch (though he stuck to calling Dumbledore and McGonagall by their "Professor" titles, as did everyone else). "Well, that's good to hear. You work in the ministry now, don't you?" He'd vaguely recalled hearing about that, and with her grades and work ethic, he wouldn't doubt it either. "Yes...I hear quite a bit about Audrey from Buddy these days," he said with a slight chuckle. "My job and I are both doing quite well, thank you for asking. A bit wilted here and there, but overall supremely healthy." He glanced up and down the halls, seeing no one. "Where are you headed off to in such a rush? I'm hoping whomever you're meeting won't mind the small delay of two friends catching up, won't they?"
