Bridget Dunstan is BAD to the bone (badassbee) wrote in fourteenshades, |
Bee laughed. "It's a good thing the men of Rivertown didn't have gunpowder then. Things could have been way worse off for them than they already were. You know.." She trailed off as a thought occurred to her. She was fairly certain she'd seen Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit in Sumggled, in film form. "I think there are films, and not just the animated one from when I was a kid."
Bee returned Frank's handshake. Hers was strong, but not nearly as strong as his because her hands were much smaller. She held back a small wince of pain when her fingers ground together, and she refused the reflex to stretch her hand once he let go. Frank Longbottom. She sort of knew him. She knew his mother and son in passing because she'd welcomed them to Mungo's on a relatively regular basis. "I don't get that reference," she told him with a shrug. "The last Tarantino film I saw was Pulp Fiction, but I really haven't been to the cinema since that was released. Which was a year and a half ago? Two years ago? A while ago."
She shrugged and smiled up at the man. "I grew up in the Muggle world," she said, answering an unspoken question that, nearly always, pops up. "The only one with magic in a Muggle family. Technically. Da's a Squib, and he was adopted by my grandparents when he was seven. So, yeah, technically." She laughed at herself. "Sorry! That's probably over-sharing since we've just met, but I know about Muggle things up to the year 1997. I haven't really looked into anything past my time, yet, though I think I probably should."