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, |
Her smile was lopsided. "I'll just elbow him and he'll figure it out, right?" she half-joked. It wasn't unknown for her to resort to such things when words failed her. She shifted in her seat, wishing she knew more about all these Muggle things. "I've seen a few mobiles?" she offered. "I haven't ever used one though." Her parents had never let her into the Muggle world, and all she knew was what she'd done herself in the last year or two.
Her smile shifted into a smirk. She shouldn't be proud, or pleased, or anything about the people she'd killed that day. They were the only deaths she'd actually enjoyed, and some days she had a lot of problems with it. Other times, like now, she was proud. "True. You did good work." She remembered some of the Battle these days. She had flashes of him, flashes of them both on the field in different places.
Her smile got absolutely wicked for a moment, and she glanced around almost furtively before she pulled something from her belt. It turned form being disillusioned, a rather large knife with a slightly curved blade. She held the handle and kept it pressed along the length of her forearm, but showed it to him. It was old, but the edge was very sharp, and silver was definitely a portion of it. She leaned in close, not sure how anyone else woudl feel about her having such a weapon. "They're always really surprised," she confided, "that I have no formal training in martial arts or anything. I'm a bit more like you, like that." She'd been known, in actual real fights, to fight as dirty as anything. She'd scratch someone's eyes out if it meant her life. She shifted her arm, letting the light play gently on the edge of the blade for a moment as she thought, before offering it to him to look at. It wasn't the only knife on her, anyway, just the biggest.
Talking about this relaxed her, or at least took away her worry at being in such a place. She was very passionate about this sort of thing, it spoke to something in her that she didn't always like but she did when she could harness it appropriately. "Level the room, baby," she said with a soft laugh. She'd be disturbed to be compared to her mother's family, but the Lestranges had that wicked grin at times. "Though you'll give me a run for the money." She estimated that his numbers were about right, and in a dirty fight, there was honestly no telling.
"Not swords, yet, though Master Flitwick has offered, but I was in the runic warding thing... but I have trained some with staves." Staff work was more of a Eastern European thing these days, but she found them fun and a different way of thinking. "Do you do swords?"