She wasn't sure why Constance sounded so self-conscious about such a decent activity as trying to keep one's mind active - rather, this convinced Carmelina all the more that they would get on splendidly - but she was mildly relieved not to be the only sheepish one in the corridor. She'd read her book!
"Boredom and I don't do too well together," Carmelina confessed, with a tiny shrug and a conspiratorial glance, though why she was acting like this was any sort of secret she couldn't say. "I suppose it's a side effect of being horribly nosy about everything." She was just far too interesting in knowing, and there was never any greater pleasure in knowing things after burrowing down deep into the arcane and unknown, even if one found themselves a little dusty and dishevelled along the way. That burning curiosity - and that healthy fear of boredom, otherwise - were what had seen her married: she had been seduced by the thought of travelling to Egypt, more than anything. But those desires were not something everybody would readily understand.
"I was hoping Hogwarts would make a worthy next adventure," she added with raised eyebrows, a touch more teasing now - it would be a foray into the past, for sure, and she certainly felt appropriately nervous about it, and she, at least, did not doubt that she would have her hands full getting to grips with it all - "but perhaps I'm being too optimistic, gotten the wrong impression?" If the castle did turn out to surprise her by being dull, well, she would just have to try harder to rustle up an adventure here in Scotland herself.
"Boredom and I don't do too well together," Carmelina confessed, with a tiny shrug and a conspiratorial glance, though why she was acting like this was any sort of secret she couldn't say. "I suppose it's a side effect of being horribly nosy about everything." She was just far too interesting in knowing, and there was never any greater pleasure in knowing things after burrowing down deep into the arcane and unknown, even if one found themselves a little dusty and dishevelled along the way. That burning curiosity - and that healthy fear of boredom, otherwise - were what had seen her married: she had been seduced by the thought of travelling to Egypt, more than anything. But those desires were not something everybody would readily understand.
"I was hoping Hogwarts would make a worthy next adventure," she added with raised eyebrows, a touch more teasing now - it would be a foray into the past, for sure, and she certainly felt appropriately nervous about it, and she, at least, did not doubt that she would have her hands full getting to grips with it all - "but perhaps I'm being too optimistic, gotten the wrong impression?" If the castle did turn out to surprise her by being dull, well, she would just have to try harder to rustle up an adventure here in Scotland herself.
