He wanted to help her. Frankly, everyone here was a stranger, a potential threat, but this kind-seeming man had offered to help, and Eury, in her present state, was in absolutely no positionto refuse. She was hardly likely to be abducted or otherwise molested in so crowded a place, and even if she could not always form her words the way she intended, the blonde could scream bloody murder with the best of them, should it be warranted.
He was, at present, her best and only option. Very carefully, the witch tried to respond to his question in the simplest terms possible, in the hopes that her affliction could not butcher something so basic in to something nextdoor to gibberish.
"My sister," Eurydice managed, "and chaperone." Sensible enough, if not altogether verbose.
Even if Eury could physically say what she wished, My sister and chaperone, as well as two house elves, are headed for Platform 9 and three-quarters, but I cannot seem to find it anywhere; our destination is Hogsmeade, she knew to hold her tongue. Kings Cross Station was a place where magical and muggle mingled unbeknownst to the latter, and concepts like house elves and Hogsmeade would, at best, mean nothing to the nonmagical denizens of the city. Instead, she removed her ticket from her train ticket from her reticule. Much of it (the time, the emblazoned FIRST CLASS at the top) was useless for her purposes, but the platform listing was clear as day, and it was that which she tentatively leaned in to show the gentleman.
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He was, at present, her best and only option. Very carefully, the witch tried to respond to his question in the simplest terms possible, in the hopes that her affliction could not butcher something so basic in to something nextdoor to gibberish.
"My sister," Eurydice managed, "and chaperone." Sensible enough, if not altogether verbose.
Even if Eury could physically say what she wished, My sister and chaperone, as well as two house elves, are headed for Platform 9 and three-quarters, but I cannot seem to find it anywhere; our destination is Hogsmeade, she knew to hold her tongue. Kings Cross Station was a place where magical and muggle mingled unbeknownst to the latter, and concepts like house elves and Hogsmeade would, at best, mean nothing to the nonmagical denizens of the city. Instead, she removed her ticket from her train ticket from her reticule. Much of it (the time, the emblazoned FIRST CLASS at the top) was useless for her purposes, but the platform listing was clear as day, and it was that which she tentatively leaned in to show the gentleman.
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