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 snickered appreciatively at his show of dramatics over the tea. "Poor Englishman. Lost without his tea." She tsked quietly. "Best not visit America so you don't get thrown in the harbor and drown." She teased him with a grin on her face. She mmed quietly. "Well honestly that's not a horrid idea either," she said. "Something to be said for the impression that savagery makes on one."
She shrugged. "I don't know how to Apparate," she said matter of factly. "If me and my mates did, we'd likely still be out there. Only Brighid can, and she admits she's a shite teacher at it." She pushed away her current dish, considering her selections for the next. She was finally starting to feel more the thing, though she still ached all over. "And you'd be surprised how few people have a floo out there. Ruddy hard to get them out to do one, honestly." Plus money and letting the bigoted ministry have access to one's home, that was hard.
"Nice to have a slew of sibs, in some ways, yeah?" She said, tilting her head to regard him. "They still in school?" It was a guess since he said they were younger.
She considered it, brain mentally going over the pros and cons of such a thing. She did yearn for travel. But she also knew she had responsibilities, some far beyond those most her age had, to her pack and their well being. She was responsible for a portion of the wolfsbane every month, and the brewing could be intensive. "I'd have to learn more about what it'd take, but it could work," she said, making a mental note to see where to make inquiries at. "Travel would be nice."