The lad took the offered hand and shook it, though he found the explanation rather lacking for his tastes. Perhaps, Jammy thought, once he had made proper friends here, he might obtain more useful details. Thus far, the closest thing he had to a friend in his house was Black—a solid start, given he had Caspian's seal of approval—and now, perhaps, the girl-with-no-surname.

"I think it is more that they value cleverness and curiosity," he replied to Miss Shacklebolt. "My guardian is a healer, which requires cleverness, but was a Hufflepuff whilst in school."

His father was Minister of Magic and a Gryffindor, but Jameson did not at all feel like unpacking that particular element of his past with near-strangers.