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Crumple-Horned Snorkack
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year x5 x3
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Originally Posted by Chelliephone While French had not been her first language, it was still one of the more familiar, so the girl's slip brought a smile to her face as she beamed at her. "Did you spend some time in France or just learned it for the beauty?" She inquired, slipping into French as well. She could speak fairly decently without any accent when in French, but her English and her poor attempts at Mandarin were very foreign sounding - her Russian dialect slipping in.
Her admission got a relieved smile from Kate, as she nodded her head in understanding. "I've really only been around one pregnant person prior to this. I can't know exactly how she felt all the time but... I feel like my overall exhaustion looks much different than the strength and glow she exuded." But perhaps that was just because of Kate's personal opinion of Ivelisse and her friends strength. She had a moment of missing the other girl dearly, but she mentally waved it away - not looking to wallow on the streets of Diagon Alley. Hmm... The Leaky Cauldron was probably the best bet and yet... "Oh could you point me in the direction of the ice cream shop?" Baby girl had a sweet tooth, and Kate was powerless to deny it. She offered her hand towards the other girl. "My name is Kate." At least her slip hadn’t been met with disgust, or confusion. Granted, Efa hardly expected people around the Alley not to be a bit worldly. It seemed every day like things were getting more and more blended, actually, but still, she hadn’t meant to slip into French. “My father is partly French, actually. We kind of grew up a bit multilingual at home”, she responded, although they had in fact occasionally visited the country as well, less so in the years during and after the war. Being essentially disowned from her father’s family had downsides, although ones she didn’t mind since the family in question had some shady characters. She had her suspicions that her aunt ought to be in prison, after all.
She had nodded as the other girl had continued. “I’d guess that nearly everyone might feel a bit let down if they tried to assume their own experiences should mirror others”. Not that she expected to experience pregnancy any time soon, but she knew for a fact it likely wouldn’t be as fabulous as her aunt’s had been. Or her mum’s, for that matter. She knew she was her own person. A very single person, as a matter of fact. Not that she was dwelling when there were more important matters at hand. “Of course”, she replied, glancing around to verify the best path to said shop from their current position. It didn’t seem far, but she wasn’t carrying the extra weight of a whole other person inside her. “I’m Efa. Pleasure to make your acquaintance”, she added, taking the offered hand.
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