"Uhm, yes. Magical Britain," she clarified, lightly biting her lower lip in a show of mild embarrassment. It hadn't occurred to her that she might need to specify, but here she knew she was showing her ignorance of the rest of the vampiric world. She had always known that vampires could be made of Muggles just as easily as witches and wizards, but having never met one herself she had forgotten it. Of course, she didn't meet many vampires, and the two or three she had chanced upon in passing didn't stick around long enough to reveal their entire life stories, nor had she offered them her own.

She was — or rather, had been — just about as magical as they came, before her death. Her brother had been the Minister of Magic, but it seemed foolish to even consider bringing that up now. What would this mysterious figure — who had been in America during the War, whenever that had been — care about her connection to the man who had run magical Britain half a decade ago?

"I trained as a nurse, actually," she said instead. America seemed like a safer topic, and possibly a more interesting one to her new companion than anything that had happened in her human life. After a slight pause, she added with a mischevious smile, "It allowed me ready access to blood — both stored and... fresh. On occasion." She had not been above depriving a recently deceased corpse of blood it no longer needed, if she could get a moment alone with the body, though this was something she would never admit to any of her human conversation partners. It was refreshing to be able to say something like that, though — and rather nice, she was finding, to be able to smile without trying to hide her fangs. When was the last time she had done that?