Clementine could’ve found a better place to sit down and study instead of the hallway, but with all of the other students either in class or elsewhere, the hallways were surprisingly quiet. It also wasn’t too far away when she needed to get to her next class, which wasn’t for a little while to begin with. Finding a little bench against one of the walls, her bag dropped from her shoulder and landed down with a hard thud against the bench, turning to take a seat. The topic of choice was already in her hand, pulling it open to the page she needed to study from as she turned sideways, back against the side-arm and taking up the rest of the bench. If anyone else showed up they could easily find another bench.
Even being knee-deep in studying, her eyes picked up the sounds of the footsteps, her while of living on the streets leaving her trained for that type of thing. She assumed it was just a staff member or another student walking by, so she had went back into studying the content before her, her hand flipping the page over to get to the other side of it. The footsteps stopped in front of her, and her eyes glanced downwards to look down at the shoes of the person in question, head otherwise not turning from her spot. If they wanted the bench, that was too bad. It was occupied. Her eyes had moved back to the page, only to stop immediately when her name was mentioned. Her full name. No one ever called her by her full name because most people didn’t know it. But her middle was used - her birth one - and her brain went into overdrive trying to decide who in the world knew her well enough to know her full name.
Her head lifted, farther than usual to see over the rim of her baseball cap, being met with the smiling face of an older gentleman. Her eyes squinted critically, head tilting in observation of who the person was because she didn’t quite recognize him. But he introduced himself, and it clicked immediately. Jameson Locke. He was the Auror in charge of her parents’ deaths. ”Mister Locke.” Her voice picked up, a soft smile appearing as the book was closed in front of her, shoving it off to the side as she switched positions to have her feet and body forward. He held his hand out, and Clementine grabbed onto it with her much smaller hand to return his shake, pulling back once it was over and dropping both hands down to the edge of the bench, hands gripping onto it.
”How have you been?” An interesting question she’s always had a hard time answering. ”I’ve been…” She trailed off, thinking on what kind of response to give him. She wasn’t sure if he knew about her adoptive father or any of the other events, and wasn’t sure if she was up to talking about that. She was living with the Minister, and never really liked bringing that up, either. After a few minutes, her shoulders lifted in a simple shrug that only lasted a few seconds. ”Things could be… worse, I guess. I’m better than I have been.” That sounded like a satisfactory answer, and she looked back up at him again. ”What about you? How have you been? It’s been a while since we’ve talked.” Since she had gotten adopted by Lee, actually.