May 4th, 1895 — The Great Hall

When Kaatjie sat down at the Gryffindor table, the people around her went quiet. She couldn't help the feeling that they'd just been talking about her. A tiny frown appeared on her face. "What?" she asked, skipping pleasantries in her immediate discomfort, "Is there something on my face?"

  

Speak of the devil and she would appear, eh? Jimmy hadn’t started the conversation, but someone had brought up Miss Spaans (or not Spaans) and everyone in the vicinity had been keenly listening; even Jimmy’s interest had been piqued, casually.

The others might be trying to cover themselves with straight faces now that the object of their gossip was here, but Jimmy didn’t care enough to let things lie for a firstie’s sake. What was she going to do, sic her Minister uncle on them? Without any due subtlety, then, and a barely-stifled laugh, he muttered – in not a mutter at all – “More like in her blood.”

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