Pandora Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pandacharms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
She was grateful he did the math for her. "Yeah, I guess you all didn't have a potion or charm, huh," she said with a sigh. "Not that you could have used the charm, underage and all," she added as an afterthought. She flapped her hand mildly at the windows, automatically screening the light down to a more acceptable level for the moment.
She sighed with relief for a moment and let her eyes open a little wider. Her unconscious use of magic was telling about her upbringing at least.
"It'd be good, I think," she said after a moment of thought, staring at the ceiling. Nice plain ceiling. Her hangover approved. "You love your kid, yeah? I can tell from your voice. I think he'd want you to be around more." Her eyes shifted to look at him. "My dad disappeared during the war. You kind of miss them when they're gone," she said.
"Oh yeah? What's your poison, then?" she asked almost idly, as if it wasn't a big deal at all. "Yeah, there's a potion for that, so long as it's not a magical test. I'm ... well, not shite at brewing, but we can get you something." If he was looking for condemnation for it, he was looking in the wrong place.