 Naia *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
”Too hot,” he grumbled. It was probably a good thing it wasn’t cooler or else he’d probably have finished off the entire bread bowl and its contents like a hungry manticore. In fact, his fingers might not have even been spared! Her excitement distracted him from the thoughts of food. ”Healing huh? Funny. You’re the first I’ve run into outside of classes. Strange we’d meet here and not on campus.” But they would likely have classes together sometime in the future. ”I have to pick up a new book for one of mine. The Professor decided to add it to the syllabus this morning because apparently the other six books we have to go through this term aren’t enough.”
Space cadet he might be, Kalen had noticed the girl eating the top of her bread bowl instead of the contents. He decided to follow and shoved the bread topper piece into his mouth. He realized too late that he was probably being rude/gross. ”Sorry,” he said around a mouthful. ”Didn’t eat breakfast. Starving...” Again, his mother would have knocked him silly for his table manners. But ha! mom, he wasn’t at a table. Surely the rules were a little different when eating street food? He swallowed before he talked next. ”Accent? What accent?” he joked with a big smile. ”You sound normal to me.“
”My folks are actually from here,” he waved around Diagon Alley as if it was his ancestral home. It wasn’t. He had been born in London, sure, but not in the Alley. That would have been weird. ”Yup. Wompus. Where did you go?” Because he was pretty sure he hadn’t run across her at Ilvermorny. But then, it had been a big school and Kalen had been a bit focused on his studies.
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