Re: The Schoolboy/The Witch
She caught the gold letters on the book he held in his lap, different from her own book -- this one didn't even smell. Not of earth, or herbs, or anything that her book smelled of -- or at least it didn't from this distance. Mama's smelled of lilac's, and she could smell it down the hallway when her mother opened hers. Theirs didn't have a golden title either, and one eyebrow perked at the title.
"Are you meant to be a solicitor then?" She asked, eyes slightly wider in her curiosity as she took him in. He looked like -- well, what she rather imagined a solicitor to look like when they were still in school.
"And no, no it is not." It was the unspoken rule of the town that the children that attended proper schools did not mix with those that did not and as much as she could pretend innocence in this matter, she wasn't. "I suppose you would call me a townie, but I don't live in town, I live outside of it." Not that many cared for the distinction, but it was important to her.
His next question earned a laugh from her, the noise unrestrained, chin tilted skyward. "Oh, oh no. I'm --" there was a term they used, something innocuous that was both accurate and not -- "home schooled." Yes, that was it. "I've always thought it strange that they divide your schools between the sexes. How are you to learn how to speak to one another if there is always separation?"