Higgs/Eleanor
Eleanor was surprised, and a little amused, at his comment about his sisters. She'd never had any but she'd always imagined siblings to be rather close. That didn't seem to be the case here. "Why is that? I take it you don't get along," she was honestly curious, it seemed like one of the first things they'd hit upon that was deeper than the surface level you always saw with Terence.
The assertion that he wanted to be showing her around made her smile, a slight color rising to her cheeks although her blushing had diminished in general (for which she was glad) the more used to him she became. Eleanor hadn't lost the raging crush but she had gained some of her practicality back. "Well who am I to deny the great Terence Higgs?" she teased back, another stab at the art of flirting she was so foreign to.
"I tend to think of people in the country as being more smug in general but I guess it's all a matter of point of view. Mr. Cornfoot certainly lacks the arrogance of the Malfoy's, for example." Eleanor, of course, knew not to speak that way around others but he had invited her to speak her mind with him and they were the only two in the entire manor. Once she realized that she suddenly felt daunted, not that she hadn't been alone with him before.
Eleanor grinend, "really? That's interesting. Okay let's head there- is it Wizard sized?" she asked. She didn't know much about elf kitchens at all, her mother had always insisted on cooking so they didn't have one.
"Are there stables here as well?" she asked, falling in step beside him, trying to think of things that the manor may hold that wouldn't be too personal. Asking to see his childhood bedroom, for example, didn't seem appropriate.