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She was surprised when Vlaityn offered to spot her. "Thanks Vlaityn! I know I have enough for what I need. I'm just worried about what I need!" She sighed at the thought of all the good books she was going to have to put back. Through with her butterbeer, she looked at her watch. "I can't do the ice cream now. I didn't realize what time it is! I have to get to Flourish and Botts! Hopefully I will see you two later! If not I will definately see you on the train!" Saying her goodbyes, she picked up her bag and went out the back door. She took out her wand and hit the appropriate bricks, and watch Diagon Alley appear.

"Bye Addiiie~!" Sam waved vigorously at Adhara's retreating back.
She turned back to Vlaityn and shrugged, giving her a look of mock embarrassment. "Honestly, I never understood it much either. Especially since I know how awful people can be. It's really hard, when your mind and gut both give you knowledge and beliefs that conflict so strongly!" She laughed, maybe a little more loudly than necessary. "Still, I wish I could be as sneaky as you. It'd probably come in handy." Seeing Vlaityn's expression, Sam smirked, waving a hand in front of her face. "You alright there, Val? Didn't get lost in your own mind again, did you?"

Sam cupped her hands over her mouth, her breathing sounding raspy through her fingers. "Vlaityn Brales, this is the Auror Department! We've caught you red-handed! Come out with the mind and your hands in the air!" She brought her hands back down, revealing her wide grin. Then she looked incredulous. "Jealous?! What on earth is there to be jealous of?" She put on a melodramatic tone, accentuating with overdone hand movements. "People...such awful creatures. Only out to take advantage of a poor...kind...soul...like myself. GASP!" Sam bent backwards in a fake swoon before coming back up laughing. "The kind ones always get trodden on or forgotten about in the end, don't worry! Also," she changed tack quickly before Vlaityn could say anything, "tell me about the new professor! I hope they're forgiving of a royal Potions flunkee like me."

If eyebrows could disappear into hair, Sam's would have. "Albino? You don't say. I have to admit, I find that more surprising than the fact that he wasn't Slytherin." Sam shrugged. "I guess you really can't judge a book by its House. Still," she said nonchalantly, bouncing on the balls of her feet, "it'll be nice to have someone nice to make the dungeons a little less gloomy."

Sam laughed. "Agreed! I'll drink to that." She raised her still half-full butterbeer bottle in salute.
Sam drank quietly from her butterbeer for a moment, casting furtive glances at Vlaityn. She was steeling herself, because she didn't like invading someone's personal space unless invited. "Hey Val, can I ask you something?"

"Well, I was just curious. About America. Y'gonna go back once you graduate? ...Permanently?" Sam felt and probably looked uncomfortable to be asking something that may be touchy. "I mean, I know you get taken on the mickey a lot for your accent, but it's pretty clear that it's important to you. I mean, depending on what job you do, you could probably do it anywhere."

"Mm." Sam was eyeing her feet, which she was shuffling in circles on the floor. "Well...we're lucky in that we've got that cushion of the Muggle world and all its options, I guess." Sam looked up, smiling encouragingly. "So, really, there's no hurry. At least you've got tons of choices! So, just take your time and figure out what you like doing best. Maybe you could find a position in your dad's company that would enable you to travel back and forth a lot?"
Sam smirked. "Of course, a travelling job would be hard on your mum. Can't give her any grandkids when you're not home long enough to cook supper. Hm, well, maybe you could put the smaller ones in a suitcase?" She mimed stuffing something into an invisible suitcase, apparently with difficulty.

"Your poor children," Sam said, shaking her head in mock disgust. "They'll be midgets from all that time spent in cramped spaces. I dunno, I might have to give you that award for NOT having any!" Sam laughed, patting Vlaityn's shoulder as if placing a medal there.

"I can understand that. As much as Leeds is the butt of Britain's jokes, I love my city. Can't help it." Sam shrugged. "Hey now, you can't set such low standards for yourself! Your parents will only suffer disappointment." Sam grinned wickedly. "Why not, Supreme Empress of the Universe?"