Monet certainly was a fairly confident young girl and she was used to being around boy, even if the boys she was used to were her older brothers. They had, however, always treated her as an equal of sorts and didn't pamper her the way she knew some girls with brothers had been. She could hold her own, that was for sure.

The mischievous twinkle and whisper, however, weren't something she could have been prepared for and as a result her cheeks to flush a faint crimson hue. Hopefully it wouldn't be too noticeable, however, as she watched him with a simple nod being given in understanding. She could talk about herself easily enough she supposed.

"My father's a jeweler," she started, figuring that was easy enough, "He owns a shop in London. My oldest brother will take over, surely. Claude, you likely know him, is somewhere around her. Fifth year Slytherin, is probably the one brother I get along with most. Pierre's a fourth year but in Ravenclaw. He's a bookworm. My mother and I are the only girls." Pretty basic and simple really but she seemed to focus more on her family than herself in specific.

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