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You’d have thought that growing up in one of the coldest and wettest climates of the UK that Terry would be used to the impending doom of a British autumn. You’d also think that having not lived full time there for a number of decades that he would have also ‘got over’ the Britishism of always talking about the weather but clearly not. “We’ve been known to have all four seasons in one day,” he chuckled. His Scottish lilt was mild now, not through any intention but because he’d been working with such a hodgepodge of nationalities that it seemed to fade into the background. He was pleased that the woman didn’t look confused by his response, an indication that perhaps her words were directed to him. Not that it would usually stop him, Terry was friendly enough to make conversation with most others.
Her exclamation of the country he had just returned from did surprise him and it took him a second to place whether it was somewhere she was familiar with herself but her voice lacked the Springbok twang and so that thought was immediately quashed. “I’m a magical creature conservationist, I was working with a small population of Erumpents on a reserve out there.” He offered her an explanation. He was more than happy to talk about his exploits, if anything talking about it usually meant more funding and more funding went to helping more magical creatures. It was something he was highly passionate about. “Their numbers aren’t great, they only have a single calf and the males have a habit of blowing themselves up.” It made their conservation efforts just that little bit harder but something seemed to be working.
“Ece” he repeated in an attempt to store the name in his head in case he were to come across her again. He was glad that his assumption that she wasn’t necessarily from around here was correct judging by the pretty exotic name but he wasn’t outwardly going to ask her for fear of sounding rude. “I was just visiting for a while. My job means I don’t have a permanent abode, staying here in the meantime.” He pointed up to a small window overlooking the courtyard behind which was the room he was renting from the Leaky Cauldron. “The lighting isn’t great, I feel a bit like I’m living in a cupboard so I spend more time out here.” Weather permitting of course.
He obviously didn’t recognise her either but that wasn’t due to being unobservant, it was merely because he spent a vast majority of his time outside the country that he had lost touch with his own citizens. It was quite sad really. His school mates had mostly moved on and here he was at forty-something clinging on to the fact that he still had time.
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