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DracikinsLuver4321 
She nodded. He seemed the type who would like school work so that clearly surprised her in a way. Guess she should stop assuming things about people. She knew it was rather rude, yet she couldn't help but act so annoying about it. The house elves? Well she was quite familiar with house elves seeing as her grandparent's owned 4 and her's owned 1. "
My brother says it's amazing. Of course when he says 'amazing' I'm still not that assured," she smiled. He had way too many things to define that word. "
I'm a picky eater so I hope it's good," Lucie added with a sigh.
She giggled and didn't expect him to be. "
It's a muggle author. He wrote children books. Here..." the girl opened up her periwinkle colored backpack with floral designs all over it and pulled out the book that was her favorite growing up. "
Here's my favorite. Horton Hears a Who," she explained, holding up the book for him.
The girl watched as he set her trunk up above her. "
Thanks. I obviously am not tall and don't have much muscle in these arms." She flexed her arm and giggled again, looking to see the small muscle appear. She was athletic despite her small muscles. More in her legs. Lucie was a runner.
And so the subject of schoolwork went to the wayside. It wasn't really so much that he didn't like, or that he didn't
dislike schoolwork, but he somehow managed to get wrapped up in distractions sometimes. He'd write an excellent essay, but get ten points docked from it for writing it the day after and handing it in late. That's the sort of situation he'd get himself into, and he irritated himself to no end because of it.
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I'll go by your brother's word for now, and see how I find it tonight." So, that meant she had one sibling at least. "
Do you have any other brothers or sisters?" And luckily it seemed that Dr. Seuss wasn't some prominent author that he should have known. A children's author? He studied the cover of the book as she placed it before him. "
Do they all have such interesting artwork?" He grinned a bit.
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No problem." He smiled as she flexed the muscles in her arm. "
Looks can be deceiving?" He offered, trying to be encouraging, though he ended up laughing instead. Hopefully she didn't find it offensive. "
Well, everyone has their strengths. I'm incredibly horrible at team sports.. like quidditch or football. I prefer swimming and such." He eased back a little. "
What about you, then?"