Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2018 14:25:17 GMT -7
Susan raised her eyebrows in faint surprise as Renard...complimented her, and even gave her a thumbs up. That seemed rather odd coming from the Goyle boy; even though they were a few years apart in school, Susan had heard of him. He never really seemed to be the thumbs up type of man, so to speak. Was he mocking her, or was he just untrained in the art of giving someone a compliment? Growing up in the royal household, this was an early lesson in manners and decorum her tutors had instilled in all of the Windsor siblings. Perhaps pureblood wizarding families didn’t have that as part of their repertoire growing up, and were more focused on keeping the bloodlines pure. She wouldn’t know; her only close friends who were purebloods were both “blood traitors” as they were called, and didn’t much like to talk about their childhoods, with good reason. Susan supposed it was just another mystery she’d eventually have to solve on her own.
Doris responded in her croaky voice that somehow suited her perfectly, and Renard seemed unfazed. She wanted to ask if Doris was known to lie to the Ministry about what went on in Claustrum De Lupus, but thought it wise to wait until they were outside the hotel to say anything that could be construed as negative. “Does Doris ever embellish the truth about what goes on in the hotel, to your knowledge?” she blurted out once they were clearly out of earshot of the hotel. She was not entirely positive if Doris too was a werewolf, but she didn’t want to take any chances. She let loose an exhale she hadn’t realized she had been holding. “Can’t we find funding somewhere to provide more….adequate quarters for werewolves? It seems a bit...neglected?” she added to her question. She knew the hotel had to be a last resort for most werewolves; her brothers old flame had never mentioned it before at least. She was curious though, how this hotel came to be, and who provided the funding for it. Trained for years of thinking she’d be doing charity work her whole life, Susan’s brain was already whirling with ideas on how to better the conditions of the dump they had just visited. “It’s just...werewolves are humans too. Don’t they deserve better than that?” she said, her voice rising as if questioning her statement, but she was beginning to feel pretty strongly about the conditions and their need of attention.
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