Thalia chuckled as he said he liked her accent. "Thank you. I find yours awesome as well," she nodded. You don't come across many people who had parents that gave you an accent like that. "Sounds fun though," she teased. "I just couldn't live in the city after being in the space of sea breeze," she admitted. "It's too enclosed. I would feel claustrophobic." The openness of her land gave her the sense that she could go on forever without hitting a wall in her backyard. "Four years? Wow. I'm sure you got a lot of complaints from them," she figured. Her siblings would have complained. It was just the natural thing to assume. "Glad they got over it though."

She was surprised that he had tucked her hair behind her ear. Awfully brave for a person wasn't it? Thalia studied his face as he did it. "Thanks," she smiled softly feeling the red tint meeting her cheeks again. "My brother's aren't that bad. Though they're obnoxious and annoying some of the time. I learned to get over that. They were my source of freedom in the summer." From the girlieness she had to live with while at Beaxbatons and all the proper ways. They liked to get dirty and play rough. "Yeah. Muggles tend to hurt each other worse," she said quietly, going back to that awful day in New York when she was ten. "I lived in America before attending Beaxbatons for two years," she told him.