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She blushed slightly and waved him off. It had taken Therese many years to not be embarrassed about her accent while living in England, and tried to hide her nerves behind scowls and sour expressions. It was a wonder she made any friends at Hogwarts, or how she'd kept them after they'd left the school. She wished she'd done a better job. Who knew how different her life would've been if she had.
"Hogwarts was...the best time of my life," Therese said thoughtfully, twirling her quill between her fingers, "but I did not know it, until now."
She lifted her shoulder in a small shrug. Mackenzie and Adamina were still close and dear to her heart, but how many of her friends had fallen out of her life, or had passed on? It was so sad to think that such a...pointless war had taken the lives of so much potential. Even after the war was long gone, there were still casualties. Therese was grateful to have had a reconciliation with Matilda before the virus took her; the guilt of not settling petty differences would have eaten her up alive.
"You spend seven years immersed with your classmates and professors inside the castle, it becomes its own world, it---there is never a dull moment, everything is so important, and then you leave and..it's not, any more." Therese lifted her gaze from her parchment and blinked a few times. "I am sorry, that was probably not the sort of response you were looking for..."
"It is the most magical place on earth, where quidditch rules and the pumpkin juice is the best you've ever tasted; how does that sound?"
"Hogwarts was...the best time of my life," Therese said thoughtfully, twirling her quill between her fingers, "but I did not know it, until now."
She lifted her shoulder in a small shrug. Mackenzie and Adamina were still close and dear to her heart, but how many of her friends had fallen out of her life, or had passed on? It was so sad to think that such a...pointless war had taken the lives of so much potential. Even after the war was long gone, there were still casualties. Therese was grateful to have had a reconciliation with Matilda before the virus took her; the guilt of not settling petty differences would have eaten her up alive.
"You spend seven years immersed with your classmates and professors inside the castle, it becomes its own world, it---there is never a dull moment, everything is so important, and then you leave and..it's not, any more." Therese lifted her gaze from her parchment and blinked a few times. "I am sorry, that was probably not the sort of response you were looking for..."
"It is the most magical place on earth, where quidditch rules and the pumpkin juice is the best you've ever tasted; how does that sound?"
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