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She imagined that the fish market would be quite the site to behold but that the smell couldn’t have been quite so pleasant. Despite feeling like a prize at an auction herself when it came to overbearing, or rather ‘involved’ parents, she did respect herself enough to think that she wasn’t fish-like in appearance at least. Nor was Ryu, the aroma coming from him was more of the woody, masculine type than the salty smell of the ocean. It was warm and comforting and she had better stop thinking about it before she found herself subconsciously leaning forward.
“Isn’t it strange how there are patterns within families when it comes to houses? I suppose it could support the ‘nature’ side of upbringing, that some people are genetically predisposed to certain familial personality traits.” And yet there were the outliers who did not conform to that theory. Ruby wasn’t so different from her family, her father could’ve quite easily been a Ravenclaw too but Slytherin had never been an option that had crossed the Sorting Hat’s thought process. “Did that mean your sister didn’t want to be a Slytherin?” she chuckled, feeling somewhat protective over the house that her family members had favoured and yet fully understanding, especially when looking at her brothers, why there could be some hesitancy towards its reputation. “Holly was a Ravenclaw. In fact she’s quite similar to me in many ways, just younger and far prettier.” She had that Russian look without even being genetically linked to the Broadmoors.
Ruby was second eldest and completely different to the cool, confident figure that her older sister Tabby exhumed that comparisons were seldomly made. “I assume that is a compliment to you, that you were too great of a student for him to keep up with?” she laughed softly. It was either that or he was a complete menace and she couldn’t imagine the man sitting before her to have caused a headache to his teachers. Amongst her siblings, Ruby was the sensible one who acted with her head and not with her heart. There perhaps would’ve been fewer conflicts had she been sorted with her siblings, at least as far as the twins were concerned.
She did not expect Ryu to remember or have even been told her vocation prior to the date so there was no harm in him forgetting that she might’ve been there. She was younger then too, having only been in her profession for a few years after graduation from university and with the thankful guidance of her mother by her side. She did not think herself worthy or important enough to warrant any public recognition for anything she had done. “No no no. I don’t deserve any legacy, I was just doing my job” she protested softly, her cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink as her hand was reached for, a strand of hair cascading down in front of her eyes as she glanced at their touching hands which she attempted to hide behind so as to not look like such a dork. ..if dork was a word kids still used these days? And then that thumb gently grazed the back of her hand and her stomach was filled with the fluttering of a thousand butterflies. She instinctively wrapped her spare arm over her tummy in response, as if the gentle pressure would somehow calm the nerves threatening to expose her inexperience again.
Grateful for the change in topic towards Himitsumahou of which Ryu seemed to speak of such eloquence and devotion, the former Ravenclaw was able to settle her anxieties and avoid speaking of herself for a moment. “That sounds ever so wonderful. I thought Hogwarts exhibited such beauty in her vistas but she distinctly lacks in pink.” Or much colour really other than the lush green of summer and the crisp white of winter as the backdrop to the graying stones of the castle. “You speak of your school with much fondness. I’m afraid I’m rather ignorant when it comes to knowledge of other Wizarding schools. I’m not particularly well traveled.” And that was okay, Ruby was very much a homebody who spent her time off at her childhood home rather than experiencing the world as she perhaps should have in her younger years. She was slightly entranced by the finger tracing, her head tilting to one side in an attempt to decipher what he was writing but failing quite drastically. “I wonder whether you have any time at all for yourself” She smiled fondly, recognising that need to remain busy in her own self.
“That would be sacreligious to admit in Cornwall” she laughed, lifting her eyes from the menu. Pasties however were not quite the fine cuisine that one typically engorges on during a first date, especially considering the origins of the food, nor was it a particularly polite food as eating with a knife and fork would be judged upon. “Just as long as you put the jam on the scone before the cream. I might have to leave should you do the opposite.” She caught his gaze, a glint in her eye from the tease hoping that he had at least some understanding of the centuries old debate. As for a decent cup of tea.. “I’m as plain as they come when it comes to my tastes I’m afraid, I much prefer a simple English breakfast tea to anything fancy.”
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