On the day of the Hufflepuff-hosted potluck, the Great Hall had been transformed to accommodate the event, courtesy of Skwisgaar, a few of his bandmates, and several other helpful volunteers from Hufflepuff -- and one Ravenclaw. Skwisgaar and Toki's adoptive dragon-son, Smaug, had assisted with arranging some of the heavier items
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Jasper turned to face the person who seemed to be addressing him-he wasn't entirely sure, but unless she was attempting to communicate with the Christmas tree behind him (stranger things happened at Hogwarts), he was the most logical choice. "Hey," he replied, offering a friendly smile in spite of his uncertainty. That was the thing about being an empath. He liked to put people at ease, because it made everything more comfortable for him as well. "Enjoying the party?"
Being chatted up by strangers wasn't anything unusual for him, and he clearly didn't expect her to have a reason for doing so. It was a social gathering, after all. That meant socialising. Of course, the other thing about being an empath was knowing when someone approached him for a Very Specific Purpose, which she obviously had. It wasn't difficult to put two and two together.
Opting to spare her a few minutes of awkward small talk, he nodded to the gift bag. "I'm guessing you're my Yule goat?" he ventured.
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