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Theodore Nott (nottfinished) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I've been tutored in it." he said, a little awkward, especially with what Ernie said about the right partner. He hoped his friendship with Ernie, if that was what this still was, wouldn't be like his waltzing. "I've never really been the social dance type." Which didn't mean he hadn't had to attend them, over and over; his desires had always taken a backseat to his father's wishes.

He liked the idea of growing little things on the patio and would have given it a try had he not considered himself inept when it came to looking after anything, the rats were a shining example of that. He was intrigued by the roses though, although he wasn't sure he'd ever want to touch one. He imagined meeting Ernie's mother and being shown the roses only to hold one and have it turn black to it's core; he wasn't going to kid himself, Dark Magic had to have seeped into his pores by now. He wouldn't be meeting Ernie's mother though, so he supposed he'd be safe. "I don't know a lot about Herbology but that sounds almost impossible. She must be very talented." he said with sincerity and respect for someone who could breed that kind of magic into roses; they sounded amazing and the Ravenclaw part of him wanted to find out more.

He tucked some hair back behind his ear and looked down, a little bashful at talk of his linguistic skills, taking another sip of his coke and considering if he'd need to order another when the food arrived. "I'm not researching anything at the moment. I've put anything more obscure on the back burner for the time being, but I kept the books from the library." He'd had to, after selling the Nott Estate. He wasn't about to let anyone get into those books and end up injured by the hexes his father had likely put on them to keep them from stranger's hands, in much the same way that he'd had to remove the 'devices' from the attic and clear, dehex and uncurse the grounds as much as he could. He'd handed it over with the suggestion that some Cursebreakers take a look before anyone settle into it, just in case there were spells in places that even he didn't know about - he wouldn't put it past his father to have done so.

"I like the Celtic languages but I actually don't speak a lot of them. Well, Welsh and I can get by with Irish. I know German, French, Greek, Spanish, a lot of the European languages, Russian, Romanian, Czech a lot from those areas and the Scandanavian languages a bit but those are pretty similar so once I had Norwegian down it was pretty easy to pick up Swedish and Danish. Hindi. Tamil and Urdu but I haven't quite started on that part of the world yet. I can get by in Chinese but I feel more comfortable using a translator spell with conversation, I'm better with text for that and Japanese." He slowed down to a stop, realising that he'd been babbling on a little. "I'm not completely fluent in all of them, and I'm better conversing in some than reading but, yeah, I don't know, languages are just easy." he shrugged a little.