Life while at Hogwarts had been full of uncertainty and anxiety about the future, but she'd found her peace of mind ever since falling into her job as a mediwitch. While the schedule was always less-than-predictable, she had a job, which is better than most people had assumed when she was jumping from house to house during her Hogwarts years. It was a job she was particularly good at, too, and one that paid enough to allow her a single room in a Pennyworth boarding house.
Not that everything was perfect. She missed the days where she could lounge with her friends, who arguably had more leisure-filled lives than herself. Zelda was the exception — she was far more career-oriented than many ladies of the middle class, which meant they could relate on work-related woes.
One thing they could not, apparently, was romance.
Dionisia would never have considered bringing that topic up while the two of them were hanging out; she was far more inclined to babble on about patients not understanding that mediwitches and healers weren't the only ones capable of reversing undesirable magical effects. Then Zelda could tell her all about the members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad and how they got out of doing work because people thought healers were the default.
But no, they were talking about—
"Boys?" she questioned, tossing a furrowed-brow expression as Zelda. Crushes were something Dionisia had rarely focused on growing up, mostly because she'd had more important things to worry about. There were definitely points where she found people to be attractive enough to be worth subtle staring and quick glances, but that wasn't the same as attraction, right? Especially since those thoughts were directed towards both wizards and witches.
She supposed Mr. Alfred Clearwater and Mr. Banges — both who were in her year and were now coworkers — were attractive enough, but not unlike how Mrs. Annabelle Bones or even Zelda herself were!
"Um- No, I don't really think so." she answered quietly, looking up at Zelda as if she'd come to an epiphany.
Not that everything was perfect. She missed the days where she could lounge with her friends, who arguably had more leisure-filled lives than herself. Zelda was the exception — she was far more career-oriented than many ladies of the middle class, which meant they could relate on work-related woes.
One thing they could not, apparently, was romance.
Dionisia would never have considered bringing that topic up while the two of them were hanging out; she was far more inclined to babble on about patients not understanding that mediwitches and healers weren't the only ones capable of reversing undesirable magical effects. Then Zelda could tell her all about the members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad and how they got out of doing work because people thought healers were the default.
But no, they were talking about—
"Boys?" she questioned, tossing a furrowed-brow expression as Zelda. Crushes were something Dionisia had rarely focused on growing up, mostly because she'd had more important things to worry about. There were definitely points where she found people to be attractive enough to be worth subtle staring and quick glances, but that wasn't the same as attraction, right? Especially since those thoughts were directed towards both wizards and witches.
She supposed Mr. Alfred Clearwater and Mr. Banges — both who were in her year and were now coworkers — were attractive enough, but not unlike how Mrs. Annabelle Bones or even Zelda herself were!
"Um- No, I don't really think so." she answered quietly, looking up at Zelda as if she'd come to an epiphany.
