Jess smirked at the notion that Miss Skovgaard had always liked him. Well he supposed it had, so far, worked in his favor. She was wonder, Miss Skovgaard, it was quite the healer and friend, so far as Jesse could tell. It was a marvel no man had attempted to scoop her up yet.

"Nah, I hate to intrude on tradition." This year anyway, who knew what next year would bring. "And no," He laughed now. "I did not cook all of this, I sweet-talked my mother's cook to help me out without mentioning anything too specific. I'm sure she's caught on that I'm sweet on somebody." Shrugging, Jess reached out for something to eat, settling on one of the little quiche things, washing it down with a sip of wine.

He was tempted to ask her about work, but decided against it. Jess knew there were things coming down the tracks that he wouldn't like and he didn't want to go down that road, not tonight. "Were you and Miss Skovgaard Hogwarts pals then?" He asked instead, trying to stick to a positive topic. He still had her present too, if conversation lulled for whatever reason.