Post by finn kylie nottingham on Nov 22, 2017 22:58:31 GMT -7
Finn found it interesting that he thought he had more control over the no-maj side of his life than he did with the magical side. Once again, she found herself weighing each option, and the positives and negatives of both. Having known them as well, it was easier to do that than if she had only been on the magic side. Some of those folks couldn’t see the difference between no-maj and dirt. Then again, if they weren’t like that, she wouldn’t be standing where she was right now. Letting that go with a nod of acknowledgement, a burst of laughter escaped from her as Will said he had a sword. “Wait, really?” she asked, trying to stay serious for a second. He was royalty after all, maybe that wasn’t too far out of the realm of possibilities.
“A commoner? Or even being American. You’ve seen what the media does to your family, I have a few friends back home that would kill to meet anyone even remotely close to being royalty.” Not everyone had the royal family bug, herself included in those that only casually read up on them, but the craze was real whenever something happened. And those were all second-hand sources. Will actually lived through them. “You’re welcome. I think everyone deserves to hear that every once in a while, no matter who they are,” Finn shrugged. Even the worst of the worst desired acknowledgement and the need to be heard. That was human nature.
She followed Will’s gaze around the front yard, realizing that they were some of the only ones left still. Apparently Order members didn’t like to stick around after the fact. Busy people with loaded schedules, she supposed. Hers was basically free 24/7 without a job, the only obligations consisting of maintaining her apartment and walking the dog. Speaking of…“I’d love to, but…” she hesitated, trying to remember how long the dog had been cooped up in the apartment. “I need to get home and take care of my furry child. My dog. I call him my kid sometimes because he’s needy,” she said rather quickly. The last thing she needed was for Will to confuse her dog for a baby suffering from some sort of fur-ailment. “Raincheck?”