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Mad Eye Touz 
"I'm fairly proficient at the post." Though she didn't mention the literal fifty other letters she'd written him over the last term. Proficient, maybe, but certainly not efficient. Aspen kept his hand, nonchalant and comfortable in doing so, and stopped them just short of entering the Post Office. She took to the front stairs, turning quickly and putting herself in front of him - eye level with Joao a step up on the stairs.
"You received my letter after all, and here we are. So. So THIS is the post. You send letters here if you don't own a personal owl or need a letter delivered more promptly than your owl can manage." She paused to consider him, head tilted, noting his longer hair. "DO you have an owl?"
If so, he had no excuse not to write to her.
Aspen KNEW he knew how a Post Office worked. But she was making a point, see? She wished to be owled. By him.
Joćo was confused as she did nothing to get the book from him. Although she looked fairly unconcerned about it for the moment, he still kept it as far as he could from her and tried to relax like she did, raising his eyebrows at her remark.
"I believe I am proficient too," he said, wondering where this was heading to.
Oh. It was heading to
there. "I'm afraid in Brazil the name is not 'Post Office', so excuse my ignorance." His sentence sounded too childish suddenly, as if he couldn't find the words to tell. He hated it when she had the control. And looking into her blue eyes, he could see he didn't stand a chance.
She. She was a wonder.
"I have just bought one, one week before coming here to let necessary people know." She had a place among them too. Only, she'd written him sooner than he could.
"I'll also learn 'Post Office' in Portuguese as soon as I'm home." So he WOULD owl her.
"It's obvious you knew about this place though... and I believe there was also one in Hogwarts?" So it wasn't only him that didn't write. It was mutual.