Ah, a Durmstrang graduate... That was certainly uncommon, although she had met her fair share of them among sons of wealthy families who felt less than adoringly about Albus Dumbledore's administration at Hogwarts. That answered it, then. Whoever this young man was, it was most certain now that he was simply someone she had seen in passing or to whom she had been nonchalantly introduced during some social function.
Again, not that she cared. It was nothing more than simple curiosity.
"I see," she acknowledged, listening carefully. Casually, she leaned backwards into the wall behind her and blew a puff of smoke up into the darkening sky above. "That would explain the brogue." He did speak very heavily, now that she came to think of it--she supposed she had been so convinced that he was foreign that she did not immediately recognize the Scottish speech characteristics for what they were.
Herself, she couldn't admit to being a large fan of the highly uneducated accent. Something about this man's, however, seemed less offensive than normal. That was to say, he seemed not to be a complete heathen.
Not feeling entirely inclined to draw herself into his attempts to be charming again, Cecilia continued to stare into the stars as she listened to him carry on. However, it was clear from the focused nature of her gaze that she was not paying any less attention--certainly, she picked up on his mocking of her use of vocabulary.
Oh, that was right. Somehow, she had nearly forgotten she was conversing with a plebian.
"It's very kind of them to see you back home," she commented, ignoring the jab. "Unfortunately, I am not so worldly in my education. Then again, to have spent my school years outside of Slytherin house, much less Hogwarts, would have simply been unacceptable."
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