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To Apha's question about Stephan, Lily replied, "Probably not. I get the feeling that he doesn't really like working in this department." She sighed.
When Apha asked Lily to tell her about herself, Lily wa a little surprised, but happy all the same. When Lily first met Apha, she got the impression that Apha was the kind of person that liked to do things alone. So she was very surprised indeed to see this side of Apha.
"I would LOVE to tell you all about me!" she grinned. "Well, let's see, I was born in Aberdeen, Scotland, and lived there for about 3 years, so I don't remember much. My dad got got bored of Scotland and decided to move to London (he worked as a school teacher in Scotland) and started teaching at Hogwarts. However, before I started school, my dad caught a bad case of dragon pox, and could no longer teach. So, my mother opened a robe shop in Diagon Alley, and that was our only source of income. My dad died when I was only 14 years old, and... and..." At this point, Lily could feel the tears in her eyes, but she fought to keep them at bay. She sniffed and then continued the story. "And I lived with my mother until I was done with school. I was in Gryffindor, and graduated at the top of my class. From then on, I traveled the world, visiting foreign wizards, and learning their craft. I went back to Scotland for a while because I wanted to remember my childhood, and I stayed there quite a while because I really liked it there. But now I'm here and as happy as can be!" Finally done with her long life story, Lily looked up at Apha, surprised to see her awake. She grinned and said, "So, tell me about yourself now!"
That was a very curious feeling to get. Apha didn't know whether Lily had gotten the right feeling yet (after all, Stephan hadn't exactly been in the room when the focus was
not on the shoes), but it was a feeling Apha was well attuned to.
She grinned when Lily declared she would love to tell Apha about herself. She was a very interested woman when it came to other people's backgrounds - but she wouldn't call herself nosey. Not one bit.
But then, while telling her story, Lily began to act as if she were fighting back tears; unable to cope with them in anyone older than eight years old, she withdraw the pack of tissues from her back pocket and offered them out.
'What did your dad teach, anyway?' she asked, curious, before realising she'd butted in and biting her lip to resist the urge to ask more questions ... at least until the other woman had finished.
'Me?' she asked, tapping her chin in thought.
'Well, Papa died before I was born, so I lived with Mama in Paris until I was old enough to attend Beauxbatons. My best friend from home also attended until her family left three years into school. I stayed on until I finished my last year, and then moved to Germany.' She frowned slightly at an unpleasant memory.
'There, I had a job in the Ministry - for a couple of years I worked in the equivalent of International Cooperation, and then for my last year or so I moved to the equivalent of this department. Problem was, I was twenty one and everyone else was twenty six or older. I decided to leave and moved to England with the aforementioned best friend. Now, I live with her husband - long story - their twins and many other relatives of either of the couple - all underage witches.'
She adjusted herself so one leg was crossed under her.
'You said you travelled - where did you go?' she asked, curious ... and also reaching down into her bag to withdraw her ever-present coffee cup, kept safe and warm by a few spells.
'Want one?'