A pleasure to meet your acquaintance. [ he pauses a moment before sitting down next to her, returning her smile with a wide grin of his own. at least everyone he's come to meet seems perfectly kind so far, even if it is all a little overwhelming. she can tell he's new - very perceptive young lady - which also seems to delight him as well.

she'd know more than most anyone else. he takes her hand, shakes it gently, and leans forward on his arms. ] Hermione Granger, [ he repeats, and it's awful nice to have some familiarity as well. he's spent plenty of years in Oxford, plenty of time developing his particular accent, and to have a familiar voice just seems to make him feel a bit more like home. or at least, like his dormitory back then. ] Caer Glaem, is that what they call it? I do recall hearing a bit about that just now.

[ she seems incredibly knowledgeable, just based on his first impression. he doesn't pry too deeply, doesn't wish to become obvious - just smiles and enjoys her pleasant company. ] So tell me, what's the best that Caer Glaem has to offer? Other than, obviously, the food. [ he gestures to the large amounts of food in front of him, finding a shame he's more hungry for knowledge than for anything else. it does absolutely smell divine. ]