 Vinteren, Erik Vinteren
She had matured some, as she was asking open-ended questions now instead of the million or so that regularly ran rampant through the pastures of her mind. Erik did not mind this small interrogation. It was certainly easier to handle than the ones he regularly faced at the whim of his...companion.
"I'm not from here," he replied levelly. "Vhy vould I care for the British?" Besides that one half-American one he did like. The British had killed his good mate and started all this silly revenge plotting and Board of Governors nonsense he was involved in now. But ah...Alexa did not need to know all of that.
She was more fascinating to talk about, just look at that ridiculous grin on her face. "No need to look so pleased about it," he murmured, a smirk of his own nearly twitching his lips. "Though I am glad to hear vhat. I trust you didn't blow anything up vith that spell I taught you, then, considering you must haff a diploma to go into training..." Oh, and she had recovered from the ageing issue, though it was only now occurring to him that that was the last time he had seen her....hmm. So she had survived Hogwarts in the end. See, he wasn't interfering over there; he was merely building these paltry Brits up into stronger wizards...though in hindsight, his superiors would not want to hear that status report...
"I can think ov things for you to do until January," which, all things considered, wasn't really that far away. "Do you enjoy travelling?" |