Hermia was thoroughly relieved her stupid mouth hadn't ruined the evening for her foreign guest (at least not visibly). He was handling himself better than she had after her brother's demise, which was odd, considering the shameful relief that came with Pierre's death. Merlin, was she really so horrible a person?

Turning her attention to happier things, Hermia's polite interest rapidly evolved into complete fascination. "All over the world?" Her head buzzed with the idea, how much she'd wanted to join her oldest brothers at Beauxbatons; her love and longing for Tunisia; what if she'd continued on with the bevy of tutors her parents employed? What would her life look like if she wasn't ensconced in Scotland most of the year? "I can only imagine what you've learned. Do you still use a wand? I know some cultures do not and it seems so difficult to learn without." Remembering the most fundamental rule that hovered over students until they reached seventeen, Hermia lit up at the thought. "Does that mean you've practiced magic whenever you wanted?"

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