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"Didn't much far for American football to start," he added with a grin, looking at her book carefully. He'd never been one for fantasy novels, though he sometimes flipped through their pages. Swords and magic wasn't really that far of a leap from their reality, which made it much harder to enjoy. Particularly when he took exception to how magic users generally went about their business.
He looked back at his book, though, snorting a little. "Uh, nothing much. Just some book my grandmother sent. You know, one you can't find over here in the States." Which was an utter lie. He'd found it at a large chained book store and thumbed through it before going home to order it online. He didn't even understand why possessed him to buy it, seeing that nothing in the story held any particular interest. And it was horribly graphic, enough so that he sometimes quit reading because he felt uneasy.
"Bit graphic, really," he said after a bit. "Don't even know why I keep reading. Just...can't seem to stop myself."
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"I guess." He mused for a moment in silence. He wasn't really much of a chatter, he hadn't been since his first year in Upper Academy, but for some reason he felt chatty right now.
"My uncle was part of the War back in England, you know." He said after a moment, "my mum hates him for it, but I guess it was just one of those things. He was always a dark wizard, half of Europe has dark wizards in their family..." That was a bit rambly, he realized, shaking his head as he sat up and moved his legs around in front of him.
"What I mean, is...it just seems like here are more bad than good in the world." He frowned a little, before laughing softly at himself, "makes that whole 'it gets better' slogan seem rather stupid, yeah?"
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