Pheobe laughed, âWe had very different fatherâs then, he has never been serious in his life. Heâs a flighty sort of man, and only gets serious when it concerns him.â Her father had traveled to Africa, to the Far East, to every corner he could reach and back again. Phoebe was absolutely sure that she probably had other siblings running about the world, her father had never been quiet about his conquests when he came back and spoke with the cook and his footman when he came home. âIâll have to travel there sometime, I went East, but South Iâve heard its warm and there are great deserts and forests and fascinating creatures.â she was wistful, wishing she had continued traveling after she left China and returned to England, much of her time was spent among Europeans by anything South of Frace was quite foreign.
The Hufflepuff couldnât help it, she laughed loudly when she looked at his sister then back at home, âSomehow I believe it, scissors,â she shook her head at the mental image of this man next to her being taken down my sciccors of all things, it was an entertaining mental image to be sure.
The Healer had chosen in her life to help people. There was no grand master plan than to learn magic, marry and have children. It was expected of someone of her lower nobility class, borne from some Roman warriors with some gold and esteem, and was by lucky happenstance to not worry for much in her life. Her father chose to squander his gold and his intelligence and spend time far away from home, and from her. âIâm sure you did it first,â she had to laugh a little at the pride and flaunting in his voice, siblings were funny in that way, and from siblings who would stab each other, she could only imagine the relationship. âIâd love to learn to do something such as that, it seems like itâd be a useful skill to have.â Phoebe hummed lightly curling up on the couch happy to listen to Dayoâs tales and stories about Hogwarts and his life, she enjoyed other people. Her world was built around stories growing up, thinking about the world beyond her estate, and thinking of where her father was traveling, where she could go alongside him in her fondest dreams. âMaybe that wasnât the smartest idea to go scaring others with your alter-ego and all that. Though getting angered with you for having a bare chest,â she smirked, âyou have the physique of a person who shouldnât be ashamed of it.â Her Ming blood-cousins were saucy and bright, who knew how to flirt and it often dripped over into her since she left. âSo tell me what have you come to like about Hogwarts, Iâm afraid Iâm not sure how a âschoolâ is supposed to go, Iâve been quite informally trained in magic until recently. Healing is quite difficult, Iâm hoping to find a place to learn as much as I can here.â
No father should only be serious when it concerned himself. Sometimes, Dayo wished his parents could adopt half of Hogwarts, it didnât seem right how lonely many of them were. Rather than speak of it, he spoke of the land he loved with his whole heart. England, despite being just as much in his blood, held less of a claim on him. ââIt depends where you travel, but yes, that is all true. Many of my people still live nomadic lives, spread beyond one country, so when I have visited them, I have gotten to see much of it. There is nothing like it, and believe me, I have looked. Iâve even travelled East, although not for long.âÂ
âI would be happy to teach you. It is not an easy thing to learn, and the actual spell takes a month before you can transform. And of course, you cannot choose what you turn into.â He knew of stories where people had hoped to turn into something particular, yet were disappointed when they got another. It had simply been luck that he and Bri had ended up with the same creature, for they were as different as they were similar.Â
When she commented on his physique, he smirked. âThank you. Should you wish to walk around with a bare chest, I shall support your decision entirely.â Heâd never been ashamed of it, and not just because of his very healthy ego. Many of his people were lax about clothing, especially in the more nomadic parts. âEuropeans are sometimes strange about such things. They have funny ideals. They think it is unchristian of me to walk about with no shirt on, yet my sister is Catholic and she does not care. Theyâd say she was improper if they saw some of the things she wears back home, simply because it is not the done thing here.â He rolled his eyes at the very idea of doing something just because it was the done thing. Happy to talk about Hogwarts, since he was happy here, Dayo relaxed into the chair to share stories of the classes, the students, and just the place in general. âWhere should I start?âÂ
