"Pretty cool," Fred nodded. In her lessons with her father she had learned that some people actually believe that the legends of vampires and werewolves originated in that area. She hadn't really meant to think of her father, but sometimes it happened. She simply needed to keep her emotions in check. She didn't even really mean to have that sudden flash of memory, but sometimes things like that simply could not be helped. At the mention of dame, Fred had to think for a moment.
"Yep," she replied to the question and with a smirk continued, "One more year to figure out how to vampire properly." When it came to what she would be doing after school, she was no longer certain of it. Before she thought she would just continue her parents' legacy, yet she had doubts at her ability to accomplish such a task now. "Maybe I'll be a rock star. Seems like they suddenly die in their prime all the time, so probably won't bat an eye if I fake my death after a few years."
Outside of a few books she couldn't recall any time someone would use the word 'dame', but she decided to take a chance, "Guessing dame is the one who turned you and not just some random woman."