Beatrice flinched at the sound of her name, staring into her soup a moment to long before she turned her head towards the older woman. She'd been perfectly content to let Jasper bare the brunt of Victor's attention. Rather she was only half listening to their back and forth as she picked at the food before praying, just praying, that no one might speak to her. She genuinely thought she might be spared when Miss Dempsey had made the mistake to ask Jasper about his work. But clearly, her wish would not be granted tonight. At the very least Miss Dempsey had asked her an easy enough question - a factual answer rather than one that required thought and opinions. Though who knew if this would lead to other avenues of question?

"I was in Slytherin," Bea managed to stammer out, wondering how often she said that people found themselves surprised. She expected most would have settled her as a Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw like her brothers rather than a house known for ambition and pride. Clearly, the Hat had seen something in her that most didn't years ago. Though she supposed, as she'd been told before, it had probably been wrong about her. Decorum dictated she asked the other woman something, but her knee-jerk reaction had been to ask the same question in return, but that would be redundant when she'd been dragged into the conversation solely as a distraction from Jasper and Victor's tension about Miss Dempsey having been in the same year and house as her brother. And clearly she knew what house Jasper was in.

Unsure what else to say now, she returned Jasper's look with a pointed, 'she is your friend, you do something' look, not at all fancying saving her brother when he was the cause of her being dragged into this. She'd been quite happy eating her meal in silence while she mentally pouted about the whole affair.