Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

It had been a long time since someone had looked so excited while she had spoke. Adam had been one of the first, but as it got closer to the time for him to leave, he had become cold and had even snapped at Kurumi once for talking too much about her country and culture. She had only been doing so to help him understand more of where she was coming from, but Adam hadn’t seen it that way. She found it comforting and, instead of making a face smiled brightly at Christopher when he spoke again. “I-I-I don’t think you are strange at all,” she half giggled. Quite the opposite really. It was almost like talking to another part of herself and the thought made her skip a beat. “I…I feel the same way about Hogwarts…for the same reasons…” her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink, causing her to have to look down at the ground for a moment.

Kurumi eyes lit up more when he showed an interest in her native language. Kanji were certainly a very complicated part of Japanese and with well over 2000 unique characters, not even Japanese people had mastered it – although her mother often expected her to do so. Kurumi was a long way from mastering it and now that she only spoke Japanese a few months out of the year, it was looking even less likely she would ever master it. “Well, there are three characters that make up my name,” she explained as she took her quill to her parchment again. She handed him the parchment when she was done.

“I suppose you could translate it as ‘old story fastened by beauty’ or it is a fancy way of saying fairy tale,” she said shyly. She hardly considered herself beautiful and actually would rather blend in with the tapestries than stand out. Which she was not doing a good job with since she was now the Gryffindor Seeker and famous Cookie Girl. Kurumi was beginning to see just how much of a walking contradiction she was. She really needed to grow confident in herself. “Sometimes, I think the word walnut fits me better.” She rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly as she looked down at his shoes. “You do?” she smiled looking back up at him. “Mother trained me so much that it didn’t really become something I enjoyed. It never became a hobby…I am starting to like it more now since I can practice when I feel like it.“ And she didn’t have her mother breathing down her back.

Kurumi cheeks continued to redden as Christopher spoke again about family. “Y-Y-You’re right,” she mumbled as a smile tickled the edges of her lips. “I just…I grew up in a place where being different was something that gave others reason to bully you…” Yeah, that was the gently was of putting that. No need for a pity party right now. Yet, somehow, Kurumi felt that her fellow lion was able to connect and understand what she was feeling without having to say another word. Something in his eyes just clicked with her and she felt. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt like grabbing his hand, just to feel even more connected, but she refrained feeling like that would ruin the moment and she’d rather like to stay the way they were for as long as possible. Her blushing didn’t lighten any when he spoke again. They were words that she had heard before, but it still didn’t make her feel better seeing everyone else coupling off. It was almost like…she had to as well in order to feel like she was complete…which was silly. “T-Thank you, Christopher,” she smiled bowing her head slightly. “I just want to, you know, figure out who I am…I was never really given the chance to be a kid.”

Kurumi took several deep breaths as she allowed Christopher to see her most vulnerable side. “My father is a pureblood and a Metamorphagus and I inherited it from him. It’s…it’s why my eyes are this color.” She paused for a few moments as she listened to Christopher’s questions. “I’ve always known I was…different…but I didn’t know why. The fact that I was a witch was hidden from me until I got my letter. Magic isn’t allowed at home…I even have to wear brown contacts when I am home or else mother won’t look at me.”