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No, not like the eyes as far as her parents were concerned but ultimately did those details really matter? They did to her, she supposed, but Iris wasn't so sure she felt like going into a tangent with Greek mythology.
...or maybe she did. She couldn't quite help herself when it came to reproving.
"If that helps you remember then, sure," she nodded while he continued his musical assault with Hogwarts' cutlery. "But, actually, my namesake comes from Greek mythology in which Iris was the goddess of the rainbow, as well as a messenger who traveled between the heavens and the earth." And because she simply couldn't stop there regardless as to whether or not she actually had his full attention, Iris pressed on but in a slightly abridged version of what she could share. "The name for the part of the eye was likely chosen due to its multicolored appearance and spectrum, like a rainbow. So, there is a connection to between between the iris of the eye you said and the goddess Iris both linguistically and symbolically ... sight, perception, and the communication of what is visible...so in an abstract way, you were spot on."
And yooooooooou are...who? Didn't one introduction imply another?
She found herself laughing, figuring he was being cheeky about this book and surely not serious. How could one have read a book and not remember what it was about? Unless he was serious and the book really was that forgettable...which was something she had unfortunately experienced once or twice as well. "Well, it mustn't have been a very good one if you can remember," she tinkled while adjusting her glasses once again.
Well, the truth of the matter was that he WAS dulling the knife and fork even if it wasn't his intention, work for the house elves later when they got to polishing things, but that truly was neither here nor there as far as Iris was concerned. Particularly since she received a clear answer later and she almost found it cute...in a quirky slightly annoying kind of way. Just as long as he didn't crack a plate... "Buzzing? Should I call a bee keeper?" she mused with the slightest of twinkles in her eyes, thinking herself terribly clever in the moment. "There are various sorts of hand games if you have a willing partner. My favorite is the Five-Finger Game." She always whopped Nyle when they played it while waiting in lines or waiting rooms to pass the time. "No...actually...I don't do orchestra at all or even know how to hold a cello...what makes you think I'm a cello kind of girl?"
And also...who are you? In her mind he was going to be known as Thumper henceforth.
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