"A worthy goal, I'm sure," Callidora said evenly. For a Longbottom. But that went without saying; and as she thought about it, it was worthy enough, for surely magical creatures needed pure wizards to look after them, and just as surely that sort of occupation wasn't fit for, say, a Black or a Malfoy or a Lestrange. That left Harfang Longbottom, didn't it?
The question caught her a bit by surprise; she hadn't expected him to remember his manners well enough to ask. A pleasant surprise, at least. "It was perfectly fine," she said, truthfully enough; none of her cousins had gotten into any public tiffs, and Cedrella hadn't gotten herself disinherited- that was the mark of a good day, as far as Callidora was concerned. "Rather more prefect rounds than I had anticipated, but all in all I'd call it satisfactory."
After that she lapsed into silence, slowly coming to the realization that, beyond the common pleasantries, she had absolutely no clue how to make conversation with this particular person. What did Hufflepuffs even like to talk about?
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