Luckily, the young woman reached into the parkside ferns and plucked out — a chaperone! Slightly grumpy and covered in twigs, yes, but a chaperone nonetheless, allowing them to continue their discourse with a prudent lack of scandal.
No, that didn’t happen.
So Bragi elected to continue their conversation, which was both a pleasant and a rather unique one. If a couple of frowning spinsters flittered by with their eyes wide, the two young people could easily say their farewells. And in the meantime, Bragi had purposely sought out one of the most secluded areas of the park in which to practice his patronus charm. He told himself these things and thus softened his edge.
”You have a good ear”, he replied, impressed; for his accent was a subtle one. ”I am from Denmark. And I’ve a lot to learn about the local geography… I confess I’ve never heard of the Hebrides. Ah though — could they have something to do with Hebridean Blacks I wonder?” He had a sudden recollection of leafing through dragon species in his Care of Magical Creatures textbook.
By now the topic of conversation was so interesting he was… well, almost willing to stake his reputation on it. Almost. For despite the secluded area of the park he’d chosen, the young lady here was proof that other people did come through here — and further proof shortly joined them. A married pair, quite prim, quite inquisitive, shot them a very subtly disapproving look as they walked by. The young bachelor's insides wriggled uncomfortably, and he realised he’d best be on his way.
”Looks like rain”, Bragi lamely made his excuses, briefly holding out his hand to the dry air. ”I’d best be onwards. It was very fine speaking with you miss, you’ve given me much to think about.” Bragi chanced a final smile before making a comparatively smooth departure.
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No, that didn’t happen.
So Bragi elected to continue their conversation, which was both a pleasant and a rather unique one. If a couple of frowning spinsters flittered by with their eyes wide, the two young people could easily say their farewells. And in the meantime, Bragi had purposely sought out one of the most secluded areas of the park in which to practice his patronus charm. He told himself these things and thus softened his edge.
”You have a good ear”, he replied, impressed; for his accent was a subtle one. ”I am from Denmark. And I’ve a lot to learn about the local geography… I confess I’ve never heard of the Hebrides. Ah though — could they have something to do with Hebridean Blacks I wonder?” He had a sudden recollection of leafing through dragon species in his Care of Magical Creatures textbook.
By now the topic of conversation was so interesting he was… well, almost willing to stake his reputation on it. Almost. For despite the secluded area of the park he’d chosen, the young lady here was proof that other people did come through here — and further proof shortly joined them. A married pair, quite prim, quite inquisitive, shot them a very subtly disapproving look as they walked by. The young bachelor's insides wriggled uncomfortably, and he realised he’d best be on his way.
”Looks like rain”, Bragi lamely made his excuses, briefly holding out his hand to the dry air. ”I’d best be onwards. It was very fine speaking with you miss, you’ve given me much to think about.” Bragi chanced a final smile before making a comparatively smooth departure.
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