Callidora listened more in bemusement than anything else. Harfang Longbottom was a very odd sort of boy, that was for sure; what was he going on about? At his sudden silence and the eloquent look accompanying it, she had to stifle a giggle, and couldn't stifle an amused smile. "You sound like my younger sister," she said softly, keeping her tone gentle and encouraging, because there was no reason to make the poor boy feel any less at his ease than he obviously already did. She fancied she could be quite intimidating, after all, any Black girl was. "She's always enthusing on things I've never heard of, too. Though, admittedly, generally more literary and less...Kenyan."
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