Cecilia nodded and listened to him carefully. She was impressed, it was the truth, it was just peculiar. She had not spoken to many people who made their living as some form of artist, even if it was an artist of building designs.
She crossed the road without a word, not sure yet where they would be going but thankful nonetheless that they were further from the opera than they had been previously. Such a snake pit, all those upper crust society members... she would have been happiest to be rid of them forever, but the night would have to suffice. Cecilia wondered idly if she would ever be back in anyone's favor... it seemed so unlikely at present, but she knew that purebloods had an overdramatic streak. Maybe eventually. At least she hadn't gone off and married a disgusting Muggle like her brother had.
"Oh, I seem like I would like opera?" she asked. She wondered what that meant. Didn't most people like them like the opera? It didn't seem like much of a long-shot. "Well, I enjoy the singing, and Italian is particularly beautiful in my opinion. My boyfriend--ex-boyfriend, I mean--and I went often." Yet another reason why she no longer enjoyed them.
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