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Oh, the sweet thought of Spain. The nagging thought kept bugging Marisol, even though she was quite fond of Scotland so far. Seville was good, or it was when she had left. The temperatures should start to get cooler soon, although it wasn't ever that cold. It would be fall, and then winter. And that came with Christmas! Mari had always liked Christmas in Seville.
"Good, think," the first year replied. "Summer done now, and more cold." Or something. Sigh.
Back to the conversation. Marisol would probably be needing a lot of help. She needed to learn the language, after all.
"Yes, please."
Bevelry nodded, which was usually a good sign from the Slytherin. It was her way of communicating that she was listening and into the conversation. No nods meant her mind was somewhere else. Which...sort of happened often as of late.
"I don't like the cold," she said at the mention of it with a wrinkle of her nose. She liked perfect weather: not too cold nor too hot. "Do you get to go back? Like, travel back and forth?" Because a lot of her family did that. They sent their children off to a faraway school and go in between countries. Thank Merlin her dad wasn't like that. He was near if she ever needed him, though...not at the moment.
At Marisol accepting her aid, Beverly involuntarily perked up a bit. "Good. I'm three dorms away if you ever need something." Homework help, what books to read or other stuff. It really didn't matter as long as the first year didn't go to Hufflepuffs for help.