Had I known a school such as this was an option, I might have pressed my aunt for an opportunity to attend. Alas, I was not told of it until after my arrival—indeed, only in passing by my cousin!

No, Eury, thought, that would not do. The sentence structure, the sentiment, the fact that she actually seemed to care—there was simply no chance that the words would make it off her tongue as intended, given her affliction.

Learning. After ease of communication, it was the thing she missed most from her time before. Frustration and stagnation had necessitated the young witch leave Mandira well before her peers, and her marks from the school were not likely to recommend her for further study. A governess had been brought in, but she was the sort who thought a young lady did not need to know history or magical theory or even anything more than simple mathematics, and so Eurydice Lovegood knew every step to every dance but could not perform a multi-step self-sustaining spell.

"I am not, I am afraid," the witch answered, feeling as though she were apologizing to this Mr. (Professor?) Foxwood for some shortcoming on her part. "My cousin is, though, and he mentioned the library."

It was rather more banal than, and when he mentioned the library, I knew at once that I must see it, but it was close enough to her intention that Eury would not allow the unwitting edit to bother her overmuch.