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Lisa Turpin (bookshop_mama) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Lisa let out a sigh of relief when the man levitated the ball (really she should have thought of that, but magic still wasn't her first thought even if it was becoming more familiar) and saved them all from tears if the ball had hit the unintended target.

"Thanks! It almost hit you. I got hit by a ball once, it made my nose bleed. It was so cool," Christopher told the girl, taking the ball and bouncing it inexpertly on his knee. Showing off, Lisa thought with an amused grin. Christopher always did like to show off. "I'm Christopher, and that's my Mama. What's your name, and do you like soccer? Mama says it's called football here, but that's silly because football has touchdowns and tackling and soccer has goals. I like football too, but not as much as Quodpot, which is like Quidditch but bloodier. That's what my Mama says anyway."

Lisa casually put one hand over Christopher's mouth, otherwise he'd chatter on indefinitely. "Sorry about that," she said to the girl's father. "We're still working on control. I'm Lisa, and as he said he's Christopher." She had the tendency to chatter almost as much as her kid, and forced herself to stop and let their new acquaintances have a chance at introducing themselves or making a quick escape if they wanted.