Post by cordelia regan smith on May 5, 2019 22:09:23 GMT -7
If only practicing conversations with people actually helped her. She had gotten better at it though, that was a sure fact. A lot of that improvement had occurred over the last two years, mostly because she knew that she wanted to head towards the hospital as a possible career path. Unfortunately, the progress she had made wasn’t the sort that she thought would get her hired. Her stutter wasn’t gone at all, she still shut down when presented with confrontational people, and there really wasn’t a thing known as bedside manners with her because she couldn’t even talk for more than a few words in the first place! And then there were rare the times where she did initiate a conversation but the other party didn’t hear her fully because she either mumbled it or wasn’t making direct eye contact with them. Over Christmas break she knew she would have to talk to her mum about it, and find out what she thought would be the best course of action. There were other roles at the hospital that didn’t require speaking to patients, but she would still have to go through the rigorous training, and Cordelia was positive she would be washed out by the instructors at that point.
“R-Right…” she nodded her head in agreement, as if that would actually solve her problem just by saying it. Hopeful for sure, but feasible? Probably not. Changing her social interactions at their core and flipping them around in the next six months would be an impossible task, and thinking about doing that had her head in a tizzy.
Talking, or listening rather, about Ana’s life was much more interesting to Cordelia, because it meant she didn’t have to say much. Her only task was answering the standard questions that allowed Ana to continue her story. So far, it sounded sort of sad. Being able to attend camps and be good at the sport, but lacking a proper school with credentials really drove home how much this was weighing down on her roommate. Cordelia wanted to ask more questions but Ana waved herself off before the blonde could open her mouth. That worked too.
As for her bed, that was something she could talk about. “I ch-charmed it...u-used a f-f-featherweight charm to m-make it softer.” She had been doing that since third year, and nobody had ever noticed before. The house elves had tried to change it back a few times over the years, but Cordelia always noticed immediately. The Hogwarts beds were okay but were far from being anything special. Adding her own little twist onto them all while calling it charms practice helped her with her decision making process. “I can do yours, if y-you want?”