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Ryus brush with psychology came through with his training in the art of interrogation and criminology - which did not always have the most empathetic lens depending on who the instructor and mentor was at the time. Being a professor and headmaster had provided him with a more nurturing introspective that fed his soul because now, as the idealist in him like to think, he could spot those early warning signs and redirect instead of catching criminals that were often too far gone. The Third Wizarding War and reading up on their leader who to this dad his dad still grieved for reinvigorated the spark and showed him just how deep the nature versus nurture rabbit hole could go. Id say that that change is still inspired by who our parents are and their influence, he proposed with a rub of his scruffy jawline. Speaking from personal experience, at least. But, just because one may be inspired by them, does not mean one always has to live under their veil. Though breaking certain cycles could be quite difficult. Not boring at all, he assured her with a chuckle. Though perhaps a conversation that may be best suited for a more private setting in the future. At least if he was to divulge in his own upbringing. Besides being a particularly private person, Ryu would not want any hearsay getting out to the wrong sorts of outlets and then blow up in the tabloids to paint the Minister in a questionable light. They had all been through enough of that rubbish with his nephew and girlfriend a couple years back.
Even more difficult when the butterfly cannot see their own wings, he encouraged softly, a smile one again gracing his features as he found his footing a bit more in that charm his father had boasted to her about and in doing so offered a coy little wink.
Well, if it is any consolation, my sister does ride on a dragon from time to time and notes that the petrels are remarkably tame by comparison, he chuckled. Himself having only a broom to compare the flight to and that was completely within his own control. [b]They are certainly more easily won over than a hippogriff as well, so I imagine you would enjoy the journey. Ive always found their feathers more pleasant than the mane of an abraxan in my face. They will also, on occasion, escort you to the campus with a serenade./b] Their song could not compare to the more traditional songbird types but the ones that flew between his school and elsewhere had received some training - he found it helped calm the nerves of first time students.
Pitchforks and tractors? How
quaint, he mused, his nervous fingers finding their way into his hair to comb through for a few moments. Nervous not because of the topic of conversation but rather because of the uncertainty for what to do with his hand and the phantom throb teasing his skin. What a peculiar thing to become so cross about. Truly, of all the things in this world to want to start an argument over, the order of cream and jam was surely far down on the list if it should be even on it at all. People will certainly focus on interesting oddities in the quest to be different from others. Or at least how he identified such arguments. Ryu laughed again and raised his hands in the air in a submissive gesture. I promise you, there are no microwaves involved when I prepare tea. I do not even own one.
And, speaking of tea, their spread of tea creams and pot of tea (and bowl of fresh fruit) had arrived at the table.
So, where do tea creams in Hogsmeade lay within this heated debate?
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