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A strange calmness surrounded the situation, their table, and it was certainly not of the unpleasant variety. It was akin to sitting with a cup of his favorite brew of matcha in the quiet of the evening while he sat on the raised porch surrounding the dojo just beyond the zen garden and the smell of fresh rainfall on the leaves of the surrounding trees. The ease and comfort with which conversation flowed was something he had not experienced in quite some time - though he had been told that his charisma meant he could carry conversation and charm even an enraged banshee - and it felt his heart drum dreamily. A rhythm he dare not dance to just yet, however.
"Nature versus nurture, isn't it?" he chuckled while running his finger up and down the condensation on his glass. "I a sense, I believe that to be true," he nodded. Though at age 11, Kurumi would have had no idea of the horrors their mother had been through at the hands of pureblood fanatics from their incredibly Slytherin lineage. "But as fate would have it, one of her sons was Sorted into Slytherin and, apparently, he rejected Gryffindor. I think though, my sister and her husband are doing something right...they have children in each house." Kurumi being a Gryffindor and Lewis a Hufflepuff and resulted in two Hufflepuffs, a Ravenclaw, A Slytherin, and a Thunderbird who Ryu felt confident would have been a Gryffindor had he attended Hogwarts like the other two in the set of triplets. "Ah, so you possess the butterfly persona," he chuckled again, her mannerisms and the way she spoke coming into focus more clearly. "You can see the beauty in others but not how beautiful your own wings are."
Ryu was doing a lot more than chuckling at her prediction of him as a student. "If...only," he mused. While not a bad student, he was certainly a handful. Away from home and the weight of the responsibilities he had there had been a lot for him and his budding adolescence to handle. "I was...quite the Gryffindor, brawn and all. Though not quite as thick as the house is often assumed to be. Quidditch and dueling, both of which encouraged my eventually stint in Magical Law Enforcement but...a was quite the handful when I wanted to be." Hogwarts had been a place to unburden himself and be himself for himself, whereas when he returned to Japan and home...he had no choice but to slip into another version of himself and those two sides were only recently becoming harmonious with one another.
Dork would suffice - he was certainly feeling as such himself and now with a hand burning and tingling in the memory of where it had just been.
"Well, I will simply have to have you out to campus sometime," he nodded with an almost impish sort of grin creeping across his lips. "Though, due to it being unplottable, you will require an escort...unless you fancy trying a ride upon a giant storm petrel." Which he could not say he entirely recommended - he would rather ride a Hungarian Horntail. His invitation was a sincere one, though perhaps a bit too much considering this was their first meeting and to ask her to travel across the Pacific just to see plum blossoms and cherry blossoms felt like a might exaggerated request. Still, he would be glad to give her a tour. Some suave was wipe away with the gentle callout, but not enough for his face to fall - there may have been a glint of something in his eyes, however. "I have more now than was allowed previously," he replied with a soft smile. "Though, it has been my story since I was very young to take care of other's needs long before considering my own."
Thankfully, conversations involving food were much lighter and worthy of laughter. "Suppose you'll be needing to prepare the holy water should my strides meet the ground there," he mused while leaning back a bit in his chair and, certainly, no longer practicing his calligraphy on the top of the table with condensation he had removed from the side of his glass. "Why jam before cream? Or is that a silly question, like whether or not to use a microwave to make tea?" He had no qualms with simple teas, sometimes simple was best and the scramble to create something unique resulted in convoluted brews with no soul. Waving down a waiter (that was how this establishment worked, yes?) Ryu put in an order and added the request for a bowl of fresh fruit as well.
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