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Truthfully, Terry didn’t see the need for Ece to change anything about her appearance. Not that he personally had a vain bone in his body and showering daily and the occasional trim of his beard was about as much effort as he’d put into his body. He thought there were other things that were more important so his opinion was one that shouldn’t matter. “I think it looks great as it does. Unless you wanted to change it in which case who am I to give any input?” He chuckled. It was true though, he was just a stranger and her hair was.. hers.
Terry was much the same. His dorm at Hogwarts was full of Quidditch players and musicians and the ‘it’ crowd and despite trying to be involved in appreciating their talents, they just didn’t interest him in the same way. He was sure that when he spouted on about some creature or other, they weren’t interested either. It hadn’t stopped him from pursuing his passions though and look at where that had got him. “You mean the Red-Billed Oxpecker? They have a sort of symbiotic relationship in that the birds consume ticks and other pests from the Rhinos and are in turn protected from carnivores. Although more recent research shows that the birds are even more of a support system in that they give warning calls to approaching predators including us humans. Rhinos have notoriously bad eyesight you see..” He paused towards the end of his spiel, realising he had gone off on a tangent about a mundane creature the poor woman probably had no interest in. “We err.. We see a lot of big game animals out in the reserves. You learn quite a lot..” An animal was an animal whether it was magical or not. At the end of the day they could learn a lot from the animal kingdom over living harmoniously.
“I might have been bitten once or twice” he laughed, agreeing with the statement. You didn’t work with magical creatures unless you had the scars to prove it.
A love of ice cream was never a finite thing. “It’s more that I don’t have the opportunity to visit so frequently anymore. Unfortunately there’s not a Florean’s franchise in the savannas of Africa.” He had to expand his taste buds a little which meant saying goodbye to his beloved childhood treat temporarily. “That’s not to say I wouldn’t treat myself to a scoop or two whenever I’m home.” Maybe even three if he was feeling particularly daring. He simply nodded to her understanding of the isolation that his type of work brought about but said no more on the matter. It was a strange sensation, talking about himself, when he was so used to his small team of conservationists in the middle of nowhere.
The conversation moving swiftly on to Ece and what she was doing in Diagon Alley was hugely appreciated. The man turned his body slightly towards her, an indication that he was all ears to what she was saying. The admission that she was from Istanbul was received by a knowing smile, impressed that he was able to place her lilt somewhere in that region. “Well.. if I do ever decide to relocate back here and get a normal job, I’ll be sure to swing by.” Despite being in his forties, he had never had a place to call his own. It was all travel and safari tents and strange little cabins in the wood and living out of a single suitcase for him.
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