Amelia Hawkins - The Potions Professor

The moment Mark withdrew a small item from his pocket that had obvious muggle electrical outlets installed in it, her inquisitiveness got the best of her. Watching on as he then used the rennervate charm and the battery life jumped a handful of percentages, she first quipped a coy smile at the improvised ingeniousness that this product really was, and what it held the potential for. 

"A marrying of both muggle technologies and magic," she began at first, her gaze meeting that of the charms professor once again with a bemused smile. "I thought I'd never see the day, we've tried to keep ourselves segregated and secretive all this time; it makes sense why so many are so hostile towards us. Perhaps however, this little device your friend invented just might be one of the stepping stones we need to find acceptance in such a community. Whether those of purer blood like it or not, we need the muggles....far more than they need us."

Changing tone, the conversation took upon itself a lighter weight than the relatively serious implications from before. Talking about the days from over a decade ago now, when she and Mark were likely at Hogwarts, and had never truly spoken at all, oddly enough. Mentioning the Library first, Amelia attempted to piece together the puzzle while she tapped her chin with a fingertip in thought. 

"I think you're quite right," she began, digging into a robe pocket for a brief moment before extracting a pair of half-moon shaped glasses. "I spent more time in the Library at Hogwarts than I'd like to admit....I can recall waking up there in the morning quite a few times." Sliding the bridge of the glasses onto her nose then, her fingertips ran through the texture of her hair, making it slightly more haphazard than before; not quite as bad as it was when she was younger, but close enough to draw a better resemblance. "I was not told when I was little that I was a witch....so there was much catching up to do when I arrived at Hogwarts." 

"Is this more familiar to you?" She would quip humorously as she appeared briefly to be her formerly younger, and far more exhausted self at first before finally resuming the more regal and precise posture she had before. By tapping her hair once with her wand to straighten it once again, but she left the glasses on to insure the precision of her vision. "I must say, I was a dreadfully awkward person then, I do apologize for not introducing myself back when I was a student. Perhaps....sometime during the year I could make up for it?"