Raising a curious eyebrow at him, she continued plucking at the grass, toes bouncing in her boots to a song in her head even though her face was calm. The boy looked just the slightest bit tense, or maybe uncomfortable. She could have that effect on people though.
It struck her as odd, and maybe a little suspicious, "Then why don't you?" It was one of the greatest advantages they had over muggles, "Floo there, buy a portkey, just pop to Egypt for Thanksgiving." Holidays weren't something she had any sentimentality for, seeing a different country every one seemed better than the alternative.