August turned to look at Kjolmar. 
"Ah, yes, Kjolmar. I am fine. You probably didn't recognize me with my hair cut short as it is. It's much better like this, so easy to take care of. Anyways, I've been fine. I still have my violin, my home, and my family, so I am content. You?" she asked in her strange pattern of speaking.

 August hadn't the faintest spark of interest in anyone in Hogwarts, so there was no competition coming from her. She cast a glance in Serena's direction, those cleverly blank dark eyes boring unnervingly into the popular girl's without blinking. She then quickly turned back to Kjolmar as she waited for him to reply. 

August was really not as simple as she appeared to be, though it didn't take much to make her happy. She was a strange person with an unnervingly smart mind, and she knew others saw her as strange, but she couldn't bring herself to really care. It wouldn't matter later what these people thought of her, so it shouldn't matter now. So she didn't wear the uniform skirt like other Hogwarts girls, she wasn't afraid to levitate herself to another floor if she needed to, and her skills with silently casting a spell were well-known and ominous for those who managed to spark irritation in her.