Winnie quirked an interested eyebrow at her company. The following smirk was a knowing one. Unspeakable things indeed; something she was not altogether unfamiliar with, though probably not in the manner of which Marlena spoke of them.

"I should think not, though my brother is an auror, now he's an oddball." Kit was... a conundrum. Once a talented and passionate member of the ministry, ever since his disappearance things were different. Understandably so, but his shine had been dulled. "The ministry then, what is it that appeals to you in the depths of the building?" They had to be fairly close in age, but Winnie didn't really recognize her, so that spoke to her being in a different house than Winnie's own Ravenclaw. That struck her as mismatched@mdash; what other house would find the puzzles of the Department of Mysteries alluring... except a Gryffindor. That might explain it.

Taking a pensive sip of her butterbeer, Winnie debated on whether or not she was barking up the wrong tree here, but it never hurt to try. Flirting with a man was one thing, it was easy. Flirting with women was far more covert, and frankly more thrilling. Plus Winnie loved a challenge.