 Fluttery Pegasi
Quinn studied Ewan a long moment, as if reassessing him briefly. Muggleborn? She found that fascinating in that she wanted to bombard him with questions about what it was like reading all those stories about magic, while not knowing it existed? She had the authors' views on magic through reading the works of fiction herself. Being pureblood, she had never not know about real magic and thus could never get the perspective of reading a book with magic in it, under the assumption that magic wasn't real. What was that like?
She had hundreds of questions, but asked none. Where would she even start? Perhaps down the line she might ask him.
Ewan was looking at her hesitantly, maybe waiting for a response. Before she could consider one though, he continued and Quinn smiled. "I know Roald Dahl, yes. I've read Percy Jackson and the Olympians as well, and the sequel series. Didn't really enjoy Hunger Games, honestly, so I haven't read the other two." Quinn shifted a moment and then sat down, not all that close to him, but not exactly far either. "My favorites are stories like Peter Pan, and Alice's adventures in Wonderland," and Through the Looking Glass too, obviously.
Her eyes flicked momentarily to the picture he was sliding in the book, but she didn't react. It was just a photo of someone. She was too far to make out details and even if she had, she still would have found of little consequence to herself.
"I like the way muggles portray magic," Quinn said at last. "It's hopeful, and...wondrous and..." Whatever that last bit was she never spoke it. "Would you trade this for any of those worlds if you had a choice?"
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