Genie de la Lune (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} wolfinboots) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Genie stuck her tongue right back out at him, comfortable with that level of maturity or lack there of. "Yes, I can tell, such a hardship," she said dryly. The name Rolf was all too familiar, and how many of those could there be in the wizarding world? she thought with a sigh. This was going to be a harder place to exist than she first thought. He'd been in her year, though a different House. "That works for me, though I'll go either way," she said with an easy shrug. She was hard to shame, and dangerous as well, but she doubted he'd do that. "Or both." Her smirk was pronounced.
She hated lying, but she honestly didn't know how to move past that just at this moment, especially since she hadn't known til just now that her brother was alive and apparently very well. Not quite meeting his eyes, she did find the bravery to ask a question. "Where would I look for a list of the dead? I've not been back since the war," she said, not knowing how to be more tactful than that bluntness right now.
Genie was starving, there was no two ways about it. They had hunted the other night, but the change burned so many calories and left her feeling like a hollowed out pit in so many ways. She was almost finished with the steak, eating neatly but quickly. She glanced up at his words, eyes glinting assessingly, wolf in them for a second before she blinked and gave him a brilliant smile. "Yes. Sorry," she said, her arm unconsciously loosely curled around her plate now that she was done cutting it up. "I haven't eaten all day, not anything of substance. Didn't mean to be rude."