Kenna wondered if he hadn't gone to Hogwarts at all by that comment. Perhaps he was a muggle? Ken tended to forget that was an option, considering she spent most of her time in Hogsmeade, but here in Irvingly, it was certainly possible. Deciding it was rude to ask, in case he take offense, she pushed on.

"How kind of you." She smiled, watching the butterfly take off again. "At least it's nice and warm year-round." She assumed. "I'm Kenna by the way," if they were going to keep up the pretend story, he would have to know who he was coming back to visit after all.