She perked up slightly at hearing him express his familiarity with Hogwarts, although she supposed it wasn't strange at all--especially not if he knew Slytherins. Again, it had become a trend in pureblood households after Dumbledore's rise to power to send their children to Durmstrang as a happy alternate to the rules of Hogwarts, which allowed mudbloods to roam the halls as freely as anyone else. Maybe it was possible they had something to talk about after all... She would have liked to reminisce about the friends she no longer had with someone else who had gotten the pleasure of knowing them.
Then again, his words didn't sound too terribly fond when he referred to her alma mater. Maybe it was possible that he was not one who rode with the same crowd as she.
"A fan?" she asked, unable to hide a look of light surprise at the question. Well, that was certainly a different way of wording it. What did she feel about Hogwarts, anyway? It wasn't as if she had ever really questioned such a thing.
Carefully, she rolled the words around in her mouth before speaking. "I suppose it was not horrible," she began. "I met many good people there... Many good people came out of that school, out of my house. I suppose if I was not a fan of the school, I was at least a fan of those whom I met by attending."
It was a sad subject, she thought. It was vague, but she imagined the look on her face must have betrayed something. If it hadn't, then she must not have cared as much for Evan, for Antonin and Barty and Kalista, and for all the others as much as she believed she did.
Yes, she had met many wonderful people there.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
