Pleased he’d accepted the tea without much fuss, Poppy nodded at Mr. Hillicker’s change of topic. “Yes,” she replied delicately. “I’m a fifth year, Ravenclaw.” And proud of it too. Poppy knew Ravenclaw house was hers unlike any of the others; sure she might have fit in partially as a Slytherin or a Gryffindor, but nether of those houses felt hers not the way Ravenclaw did. She aspired to be every way the sharp wit Rowena herself embodied, and she lived as much with her nose in a book as she did causing trouble.
“What about you?” she asked curiously, in turn. Obviously Mr. Hillicker was no student, but she was curious to know who he was and what he… spent his time doing. Other than accosting young ladies at tea. For a moment the prickle of wonder if she ought to be concerned about his presence tickled at her. Poppy hadn’t thought before now that he and those children could be some kind of… of distraction. Maybe they were trying to steal her purse or something. (There wasn’t much in it she supposed, but still. There was the principle of the matter.) If that were the case though, she figured they’d already had ample opportunity and thus she relaxed a bit in her seat.
“Do you often go about interrupting ladies to try new teas, Mr. Hillicker?” She teased him gently then. If they were going to keep conversing, he might as well get a razz or two. She had given him her tea, after all.
“What about you?” she asked curiously, in turn. Obviously Mr. Hillicker was no student, but she was curious to know who he was and what he… spent his time doing. Other than accosting young ladies at tea. For a moment the prickle of wonder if she ought to be concerned about his presence tickled at her. Poppy hadn’t thought before now that he and those children could be some kind of… of distraction. Maybe they were trying to steal her purse or something. (There wasn’t much in it she supposed, but still. There was the principle of the matter.) If that were the case though, she figured they’d already had ample opportunity and thus she relaxed a bit in her seat.
“Do you often go about interrupting ladies to try new teas, Mr. Hillicker?” She teased him gently then. If they were going to keep conversing, he might as well get a razz or two. She had given him her tea, after all.
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