Viola blinked, taken aback by the question – but also a little internally thrilled, because if he was asking then it sounded like he meant to take her up on that in earnest, and had not just brushed it away with polite agreement. Oh, how nice. “Yes, I live at 23 Mill Street, Pennyworth,” she said shyly, but beaming nonetheless. “But if you have an owl –” she wasn’t sure whether muggles had owls or not, since she had never had any muggle friends before, “I’m sure it will find me. They seem very wise, owls.”
She hadn’t meant to say that last aloud, but oh well. Viola twisted her hand into the folds of her dress, hoping he really would try to write to her.
She hadn’t meant to say that last aloud, but oh well. Viola twisted her hand into the folds of her dress, hoping he really would try to write to her.
