Millie let her head fall into a gentle nod, understanding all too well the kind of pressure parents put on their children. She didn't like to think much of her papa's expectations for her, beyond knowing they meant she had to apply herself to her courses and study hard for exams. That didn't mean the young witch could only ever study, though, it was the first day of the term without classes and she intended to spend it for herself!
"It's Greek," Millie could say that much as she squinted at the term. She only knew -genesis came from a Greek term, it had to do with creation. Muggles liked to use it often in her novels, along with Eden. Once, it was almost indecipherable to her how much they inserted their religion into common speech, though by now Millie had learned to parse it like her textbooks, reading common terms around it to find the meaning. If there was one to be found.
She couldn't have searched for any with such a sudden assault on her nose. The macarons flooded her vision, each one promising a different new adventure.
"Why, thank you!" Millie reached into the box, moving aside the card with its maker's mark, a scrawling French name she didn't recognize. The colored sweets pleaded up at her until she picked one, its violet coloring appealing much more than the others.
"I think this might be—oh my," she paused, a finger pointed at the thely term on the book's page, to revel softly in the sweet flavor of the macaron as lavender flooded into her mouth. Millie pressed a finger to her mouth, tightly holding in the experience for fear that it might all fall away from her. The young witch hummed appreciation in her throat as she finished chewing and swallowed the first bite. "I have brothers and a sister. Fletcher was still here when we were first years."
Millie tossed her head, and her hand floated down to her neck instead. "My brothers have more chance of that than me," she said simply. Her eyes fell back to the text instead, harried to change the subject. "This isn't going to come up this year, is it? The thely—"
She frowned and pointed at the word, too unsure of her pronunciation to try it in front of Violetta. Millie was far better at writing words than speaking them.
"It's Greek," Millie could say that much as she squinted at the term. She only knew -genesis came from a Greek term, it had to do with creation. Muggles liked to use it often in her novels, along with Eden. Once, it was almost indecipherable to her how much they inserted their religion into common speech, though by now Millie had learned to parse it like her textbooks, reading common terms around it to find the meaning. If there was one to be found.
She couldn't have searched for any with such a sudden assault on her nose. The macarons flooded her vision, each one promising a different new adventure.
"Why, thank you!" Millie reached into the box, moving aside the card with its maker's mark, a scrawling French name she didn't recognize. The colored sweets pleaded up at her until she picked one, its violet coloring appealing much more than the others.
"I think this might be—oh my," she paused, a finger pointed at the thely term on the book's page, to revel softly in the sweet flavor of the macaron as lavender flooded into her mouth. Millie pressed a finger to her mouth, tightly holding in the experience for fear that it might all fall away from her. The young witch hummed appreciation in her throat as she finished chewing and swallowed the first bite. "I have brothers and a sister. Fletcher was still here when we were first years."
Millie tossed her head, and her hand floated down to her neck instead. "My brothers have more chance of that than me," she said simply. Her eyes fell back to the text instead, harried to change the subject. "This isn't going to come up this year, is it? The thely—"
She frowned and pointed at the word, too unsure of her pronunciation to try it in front of Violetta. Millie was far better at writing words than speaking them.
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