11-23-2014, 01:47 AM
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Mooncalf
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Originally Posted by JustAlice Oh look! Something to talk about! “You were? It’s kind of a culture shock being sent to a proper school, right? Lessons not going at your speed and stuff...” She’d really struggled at first, at least when she was home her dad had worked with her rather than speeding through the content so quickly she got whiplash. “It’s good that she enjoys it though,” Derry mused, thinking about it. “I was always looking forward to holidays and stuff. I don’t think I’d have stayed there if it weren’t for the people.” Like, she’d made so many good friends, she’d never give them up, not for years of perfect education. As for her not having much time left, Derry didn’t understand that though, she didn’t miss Hogwarts, and she hadn’t been worried about leaving. Apart from that bit where she had to figure out how to do adult life, anyway.
As for the accomplishment thing... “I nearly didn’t take the job. Being the centre of attention and stuff, not exactly my kind of thing usually.” So that was the accomplishment in her eyes. The not-freaking-out part. She didn’t even get the pre-match nerves on quite such a huge scale as she had done at Hogwarts. Though she suspected that was due to other things too, so she didn’t mention it. “Oh? I guess some people don’t. I mean... I grew up in the muggle world more or less, and I still know nothing about football.” Not really. Just that it was played on foot rather than on brooms. And you had to kick a ball into a net. The matchmaker though... “Yeah, sort of. My team mates were concerned about my love life...” she admitted it. “So they suggested it to me.” Meaning, she’d agreed to it... eventually.
Mmmmmm tea. Derry took the tea in her free hand - flowers in the other - and smiled at Emrys. “Thanks.” Nice hot tea.... lovely. Emrys nodded knowingly. "I had a hard time with there being so many people around while I was trying to focus," he said. When he was alone, he could zero in on something and just run with it for hours. But with all the comments and questions around him, he just couldn't keep the thread of a lesson. Which had meant far too much study time on his own trying to keep up. He'd... not had people. Well, maybe Kurumi and Louisa, but after that seminar, he hadn't been able to look at Kurumi for weeks... and then the orb and... He'd had no people. And so nothing kept him there. "People are important," he offered, knowing it to be true because he knew how different things could have been had he'd even just kept in touch.
She was certainly challenging his, admittedly ill-informed, preconceptions of professional quidditch players. Not take the job? Not want to be at the centre of attention? Wasn't that sort of the point? "I very much get the not wanting the attention," he mused. In fact, if no one noticed he'd even been in the room until after he left, so much the better. "What do you think you'd be doing if you hadn't taken it?" Since asking what she did for fun going to be his question until she'd said she didn't have time for much other than quidditch. "First match I ever saw was at Hogwarts and I had a hard time following the actual game even after I understood how it was played." So much going on. "And after I left, it wasn't really something that was a thing in my family so I never really picked it up." He shrugged. What he really needed was someone to sit through a whole match with him and talk him through it. Then.. maybe.
He sipped his tea and ran his hand through his hair. "My sister.. had similar concerns, it would seem," he said, chuckling a bit embarrassedly. She'd threatened to submit the forms herself if he didn't, and so had gone through with it, so at least it had been his words. But now that he was starting to get a little more comfortable, he wasn't sorry she had.
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