Nick had grown up in the magical world (well, as separate as London could ever be from the muggle city it was enveloped in), but he understood that desire. She was poor (however well being an Auror paid); he understood the desire to drive one’s own destiny, without being trapped by other people’s whims. None of this meant that he had to like her, obviously. “A bit,” he mimicked, huffing a laugh at her.
She was fussing with her cards – he made a motion with his hand to say play one already. (And his next question was also primarily out of interest, in case their ancestors were from the same part of the world, but maybe a little friendly interrogation would help distract her and thus help him win, after all?) “Did you grow up here?”
She was fussing with her cards – he made a motion with his hand to say play one already. (And his next question was also primarily out of interest, in case their ancestors were from the same part of the world, but maybe a little friendly interrogation would help distract her and thus help him win, after all?) “Did you grow up here?”
