Post by lyka cruz malkin on Feb 12, 2024 17:41:15 GMT -7
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Of course Reina didn't get yelled at by the nurse for teaching swears. Lyka could feel a vein in her forehead twitch momentarily, noting the difference in treatment. Though, to be fair, the other girl was ill and Lyka had come in with a broken arm. There was quite the difference in level of care between the two of them and she didn't actually expect to be treated the same way. Plus, she wasn't the quietest person in the world. She grew up with her mum constantly telling her to lower her voice as she tapped away about Quidditch or whatever happened to fancy her scatterbrained mind in that moment. Her parents had probably hoped that eventually her hyper fixation in the flying sport would turn towards something more...educational. Or even with helping at the shop. While she definitely didn't mind doing the latter (and it was painfully obvious now that it was also most likely her future), Quidditch was life. And being rather vulgar happened to come with the sport.
"Mierda..." Lyka repeated quietly, so as to not be heard this time. A pause after told her that she had gotten away with it. "I like that one." She felt like she was a second year again, finally realizing she could say words that weren't allowed at home. It would be used sparingly, so as to not alert anyone of what she was saying. Especially the nurse. "I'll have to practice rolling my r's for that other one," Lyka laughed. Luckily she was good at practicing mundane things. According to her parents, Quidditch fell into that category.
"I think the bone is starting to mend," she commented as she realized she could move her wrist without too much pain in it. "I'll probably be out of here soon...I know you aren't feeling the best, but do you want me to bring something from dinner up?" Knowing the house elves, they'd sort that out and with a nice bowl of soup too.
"Mierda..." Lyka repeated quietly, so as to not be heard this time. A pause after told her that she had gotten away with it. "I like that one." She felt like she was a second year again, finally realizing she could say words that weren't allowed at home. It would be used sparingly, so as to not alert anyone of what she was saying. Especially the nurse. "I'll have to practice rolling my r's for that other one," Lyka laughed. Luckily she was good at practicing mundane things. According to her parents, Quidditch fell into that category.
"I think the bone is starting to mend," she commented as she realized she could move her wrist without too much pain in it. "I'll probably be out of here soon...I know you aren't feeling the best, but do you want me to bring something from dinner up?" Knowing the house elves, they'd sort that out and with a nice bowl of soup too.
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