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Originally Posted by Callie  English....English....English....sigh. Okay, yes. Sure. Dizzy was now living in London for the foreseeable future so she could attend Hogwarts with her nieces because....well, she couldn't attend Beauxbatons anymore. And, fine, she accepted that she was going to be speaking, and reading, and writing a whole lot in English, but it wasn't her primary language. Those were Dutch and Icelandic.
Wait, can you even have two primary languages? Afterall, she grew up speaking Icelandic at home and with her mother, and Dutch everywhere else, so both counted right?
Anyway, the point was, why couldn't she find any book in either of those languages!? It was frustrating. And just because she was here, and speaking and writing and reading in English for school, doesn't mean she wanted to read only in a second language until she graduated. They had to have some foreign language books somewhere, right?
Dizzy left this aisle and moved to the next. English, English, English, nothing but English. "Why is every book here written in English!" A soft, kittenish mew answered from the messenger bag at her side. "That was rhetorical, Solstice." Another summer, even more surprises. Both good and not-so-good, although if she was honest with herself, she did understand why things were changing. New babies meant a lot of responsibility, and Stasya didn’t blame certain professors one bit for taking that seriously. Especially since she knew from experience that being around was infinitely better than the alternative. It still hurt sometimes, knowing that however much her papa loved her and Demyan, and probably her mama too, it wasn’t enough to stay. The tall fifteen-year-old blonde probably wouldn’t get over that any time soon, even if she privately had decided she was making it a mission to find someone who appreciated how amazing her mama was. But that mission was on hold, simply because there were school supplies to get and friends to meet or even to make.
She also had made a decision to be the best prefect she could be. No matter how much other things affected her, but there wasn’t much prefecting to do over the summer. Instead, she’d stopped off at the bookshop to replace the textbooks that had gotten a little singed last term during DADA, along with looking to see if there were any new creature-related books that had come in that looked interesting.
The textbooks had been easy enough to locate, as had the others. After five summers of roaming the bookshop, she figured she knew where most everything was as long as it didn’t get moved around any and so far it looked like at least this shop hadn’t changed much. At least she didn’t think it had, but as she’d turned another corner and heard a girl’s voice from the other side of the shelving along with a soft mew, she took another few steps to peek around the shelves. “What’re you looking for?,” she asked, curiosity at the forefront along with maybe a bit of her Gryffindor recklessness. Insofar as she was approaching a stranger without really introducing herself. But mostly, she was being helpful, or hopefully trying to be.
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