 The Disappearing Girl | | Swooping Bowtruckle
Kris chuckled slightly, scanning the extra copies of the Daily Prophet around him. He picked it up to see if there were any interesting articles, or perhaps one by his favorite writer. He smirked just thinking about her.
When Kate adressed him once more, he took a sip of coffee and then looked back up at her, placing the paper down on the table.
"Well, I'm actually from Germany," he said. "Hence why my accent is a little different than the rest."
And to think, he'd been in England for three years, and his accent was still hanging around. But, he still rapidly spoke German with his parents, so it might not have helped.
"Where are you from?"
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