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Lislchen 
Following Kimber into the Great Hall, Jeremy stopped rubbing the back of his neck - like he had been all the way up from the grounds - and felt himself smile at how full the tables were already. Yes, it was the start of another term. Even though, he tried to fully be filled with the feeling of excitement for the upcoming year, his hazel eyes involuntarily flickered towards Chad for a moment, regarding the man briefly. He still had to make up his mind about that guy.
Jeremy tore his gaze away from the Groundskeeper as they approached their seats and Kimber spoke up. "I guess so. Though, Hecate is still absent." He pointedly glanced at the empty seat to his left which seperated him from...Isabelle, the woman he had met in Diagon Alley. "Hello there. I hope you chose more suitable shoes this time?" He joked lightly with a small grin at the other woman as he settled in his seat next to Kimber.
So far, so good. The students weren't doing anything...too bad - Issy eyed the Hufflepuff table just to be sure her former house could be included in that thought. Yes. So far. With that easing her mind, Isabelle leant forward and grabbed the nearest empty goblet. Filling it with pumpkin juice, she had one ear on the voices that were passing her seat. But not to be nosy, she kept her eyes on the drink. Of course being on the nearest end, meant everyone had to pass her to arrive and leave, pretty much. But, unfortunately, none of the voices were ones she knew - until....
She knew that one. Smiling broadly, and laughing slightly at his joke, Isabelle turned her head to look across at the man she knew she would see. Jeremy.
"Hello to you, too. And yes I have, thank you. Much flatter and better fitting. The others have been confined to the back of my wardrobe as punishment." Heh. She wasn't joking either. Darn things. Taking a sip of her drink, Issy nodded her head in the direction of the woman Jeremy had arrived with. She didn't know her name, but a polite
"Good evening," was forthcoming from her lips anyway. Once she'd swallowed her drink, obviously.
"Oh!" she suddenly remembered what it was she was going to ask him, next time they met.
"Did you meet up with your sister in the end? I seem to remember you were waiting for her." Because, honestly, a woman could be lost for hours in the Diagon Alley shops.