Delilah laughed quietly as she shook her head at the man. It had been a harrowing experience but it certainly could have been worse. Underneath a quick potion - thank goodness for being a healer who knew spells and potions for the oddities life threw at her - her hair was a bright shade of purple. It hadn’t shown any signs of fading, and quite frankly, Delilah was over it. She’d take an entire month of being Mr. Darrow with no purple hair, then ten days as him and what seemed like violet hair forever. Instinctively, she brushed a strand behind her ear as she nodded. "It wasn't all that bad." She admitted.

Her eyes were drawn toward the couple he pointed at, although their names were some she didn’t know. Her attention was drawn back toward him. “The castle?” Delilahhummed quietly. “Hogwarts, I presume?” She didn’t know any other castles, but perhaps the man lived far away in one, by himself. She sipped her drink to cover the amusement that slipped across her lips. She highly doubted it, but it was amusing nonetheless. “What do you do there?” If memory served her correctly, Delilah didn’t recognize him as anyone she saw while she was there.