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The ease of conversation and the miraculous dissipation of the awkwardness that had been painfully present on the first meeting, was working wonders to distract Ruby from the other much younger patrons enjoying their own dates. It was helping to contain the bubble surrounding the pair, to drown out any instances of judgment or watchful eyes and lessen the intimidation that only a teenager could cause. In fact she had barely taken heed of them since the conversation had flowed, thank Merlin. She had been told much the same, that she was warm and personable and that despite her own feelings of insecurity, she did a marvelous job of making others feel heard. It was a juxtaposition of personality traits gained from each of her parents.
“That’s correct. My father is rather scientifically minded, I’m sure he’d have something to comment but I regret that I am not well versed enough in psychology to make my own decision.” She supposed that was the biggest difference between muggle and magical school, they didn’t touch on biology or the other sciences when magic could effectively solve their problems. “I’d like to think that we aren’t completely influenced by who our parents are, that we are capable of change particularly positive change and—” She paused, aware that the tangent she was heading towards was likely not the usual fodder for a date. “—and this is terribly boring isn’t it?” Her lip caught the side of her cheek upon the realisation of her lack of reading the situation. Back to the conversation about his family which was far more interesting. “A diverse family is lovely, I think that’s what I’d wish for too. Looking back, Tabitha could’ve easily been a Gryffindor and we would’ve just been missing the Hufflepuff.” The Sorting Hat hadn’t even debated Ruby’s assignment but she would’ve been the most likely candidate for the Badgers amongst her siblings.
As for being a butterfly, Ruby would’ve thought herself more of the Ugly Duckling who hadn’t quite figured out how to be a swan. The irony being that she had always been the figure of serenity and grace but her opinion of herself hasn’t caught up. There were definitely butterflies in her however, a swarm of them fluttering within her stomach. “I-” she stuttered, the butterflies finding her way to her mouth and taking away any comprehension of words. “It’s hard to compare when the world is full of such beautiful things.” she admitted.
Ryu was evidently the opposite of Ruby in school, quite surprising considering the similarities that they possessed now. She was quiet and studious, kept to herself the majority of the time, had a small group of close friends but who despite not being a sociable butterfly would put the needs of everyone else first. “I could not imagine you having such brawn, you seem far too serene for that lifestyle” she laughed back. “I am a firm believer in channeling your energy to find your path. You seem to be well accomplished in every aspect.” A headmaster, a professor, a law enforcement officer. A truly remarkable man with so many strings to his bow that she couldn’t help but to be in awe. He felt too important to be with her and yet Ruby could not, or did not want to pull away.
She’d always wanted to travel but the thought of being away from her family for long periods of time was painful. She’d regretted not doing so when she was younger, instead throwing herself into work and philanthropy and now stuck in a situation in her late thirties that so many people relied on her that it would break her heart to disappoint. “I’m quite the rider” she smiled, an admission that she would love to come visit. “My mother owns a stable, I’ve grown up riding and flying horses. A winged horse shouldn’t be much different from a giant bird should it?” she grinned, knowing fully well that the difference was likely immeasurable. Ryu might have been merely a stranger but the way that his father had spoken so fondly of him, he already had her full trust, especially as someone as altruistic as she was herself. “I understand that.” This date was perhaps the first time in over a year she had allowed herself the freedom to enjoy herself without the guilt.
“Thankfully for you, the Cornish are a very forgiving group of people. I’d just avoid those with pitchforks and tractors” she teased. The true origins between the battle of the West Country had been vastly changed throughout the centuries that nobody really knew why they were different. “I honestly don’t know. It is a tradition that in Cornwall we spread the jam and dollop the cream whereas the Devonians do the opposite. It’s a silly argument really but it can get rather heated should you do one or the other in the wrong place.” Which was why Ruby would stick to her Cornish roots. “However microwaving your tea is abhorrent and quite frankly unforgivable!” she laughed.
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