Amelia Hawkins - The Potions Professor

To start, Amelia offered her fellow compatriot a radiant smile in response to his introduction. His little slip did not escape her however as she quietly observed their interactions with one another while she stole a seat to perch in a spot opposite of them. Lofting an eyebrow at the electronic device that was produced before returning her gaze to her fellow professor, the Headmistress of Ravenclaw gently took his hand into hers as she briskly shook it with her own introduction.

"Amelia Hawkins, Professor Crane; and the pleasure is mine, Miss Green!" She spoke warmly and encouragingly to the little one as she shook her hand in turn, even as she began the use iPad. "Fair warning though Miss Green," the clever witch spoke amicably of the situation. "You'll be hard pressed to find an electrical outlet in Hogwarts to recharge that thing....it may be best to save it for an emergency. I doubt you'll find any books you'll need here on the Muggle internet....If there is even a connection."

Turning back to her new found compatriot however, her fingertips slowly rose and gently scratched at the neck of the small arctic fox that lay lazily draped over her shoulders. "You are quite right however, Professor Crane." She began, maintaining a mostly rigid formality in with the audience of one student, and even more who may or may not peek into the compartment. "I am here as the new Potions professor, sadly, my old mentor decided that it would be best that I take his place. He was always quite the puzzler, really. Not only that, but the letter of invitation I received also stated that I would be the headmistress of Ravenclaw."

Subduing a mild bout of laughter quickly at the situation, she looked to Mark with the slightest hint of apprehension. A spark hidden within intellectually enticing eyes as she continued, this time with a far less serious tone to disguise her unease. "I believe that I may have bitten off far more than I can chew!" She admitted, reaching inside her robes to extract her book and idly toying with the ribbon that marked where she had left off.

"Though in the end, I suppose we'll see, so....no matter." Brushing the dismal topic away and returning to a more inquisitive gaze to her opposite, she continued to speak. "Well, Professor? I'm willing to guess that this school was also once your home, what house we're you in? I am a former Ravenclaw myself, and you look to be my age....or at least roughly. Maybe perhaps we met once, but cannot remember it." Cracking an amused expression at the thought of it, Amelia's hand swept across her book and it promptly opened to where she had left off. 

"Do tell me a little about yourself, won't you?"