“Oh, well, of course,” Jemima agreed, pleased for him that his parents hadn’t made it difficult for him to pursue his (obvious) passions. “My parents – they’re magical – but they are ever so intrigued about the muggle world and how it works,” Jemima explained, and it was rare enough that she wasn’t sheepish about the fact, herself, but she wasn’t today. She might have even been tempted to ask him questions about science. “And some of my siblings are healers,” she added, just because she thought they might be acquainted. “My sister’s in Potions & Plant Poisoning, in fact. So I don’t know much about potions, myself, but I hear a lot about them,” she said with a small grin.

Jemima was coming to a sudden and slightly unwelcome realisation that everyone else in her family had passions and interests and talents they followed. Abruptly she felt a little ashamed of herself, and rather left out. What did she ever do, except fail at finding a husband?

(It was a pity this gentleman looked a little too young to be a match for her elder sister. He and Delilah would have made a rather nice pair, she thought wistfully.)

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