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Originally Posted by grangerfan8

Botros spoke so fondly of his late wife, and painted such a visual image of her that Dora couldn't not imagine what she looked like. Picturing her out in the gardens, and being caring with him. Caring with strangers. It put a small smile on face. "I wish I could have met her." She said honestly. It would have been nice for both of them to have her on this walk with them.

"I believe it." Her smile turned to a grin when she glanced up at him. "I just didn't take you for the quidditch playing type, professor. They tend to be a bit mad for the sport." And other things. She personally liked them that way.

There was a twitch in her grin as lessened, but Dora schooled her face nonchalant and shrugged dismissively at his comment. "My grandmother raised me." That didn't even brush the surface of her past, but it was enough to at least explain that she didn't have parents in her life. "She's proud though." Right? Dora herself wasn't too certain on these things like she once had been.

He did? Dora must have had a mental blackout when he spoke of such races. "I'll only race you on a broom, professor." She'd still lose, but at least then she wouldn't be out of breath. "Lottie is.... smart." Which meant she didn't really have to be a fair racer to win.

Miroslava's words soothed his intense feelings for his wife, he appreciated them and gave her a touched smile. "She used to hear about my students often. She'd meet some, too. When we were in Egypt, we were foreigners and my students would invite us out on weekends." Remembering those days now seemed like another lifetime. Funny how time went by.

He laughed at her choice of words. "You're right. Well, I was pretty much into it back in the day. All this youth energy has got to turn to a productive force." So instead of going about pulling pranks and annoying his professors, he went into Quidditch.

Botros' face expressions softened when understanding dawned on him. Another one who lacked the protective shell of parents. He smiled quickly when she spoke of her grandmother. "A parent is the one who raises you." He offered.

On a broom? Was that a challenge? "Alright! We'll go broom racing later then."The excitement looked funny on his face but he meant it. "Bring your friends too!" Audience or racers. There was this strange strength that coursed through him lately that made himwant to go out there and do all sorts of things. "Smart?" He questioned her choice of words here too.