claramae only talked about anything muggle related when she was amongst like minds, pursuing knowledge. she preferred not to fan the flames of curiosity, as did her mother. she knew where her loyalties laid, and that was all that mattered. that was part of how it remained speculation; where she was raised, how she was raised, and what level the impurities reigned in the halfblooded family of the minister.
she shrugged her shoulders against her cafe seat. “ i like the pursuit of the new. if you stay in the past you’ll get left there. it’s really, only simple logic when you think about it… ”
claramae paused. “ you know what’s ironic? slytherin house is wrought in tradition, and, i quite like tradition when it comes to certain things. ” she looked out the window pensively.
“ but i find myself pursuing an art that, while predating potions, is still often seen as something new. something provocative. maybe my years of dancing, taught me it’s okay to pirouette between the two sometimes. the new and the old,” she clarified, “ there’s always a compromise, merlin willing. ”
her smile brightened. “ but yes, it’s good to keep up. no one’s tried to remove me from their life yet, so at least there’s that, right? ” she said, giggling into her tea.
“ you should try the biscuits here. they’re my favorite type of sweet, you know. i’d neversteer you wrong when it comes to them. ”
claramae looked as if she were ready to take the unbreakable vow on this particular topic.
Grinning at her response, for it was something he too was interested in, the pursuit of the new. “It’s a refreshing perspective. I feel like a lot of wizards do things because it is how things have always been done. It is nice to see some people branching out. But you’re right, alchemy shouldn’t be considered new, but maybe you could consider it a renaissance of sorts in any case.”
Taking a sip from his own tea, he shrugged, “Be a regular renaissance woman.”
As she continued on to talk about the biscuits, with the look of complete seriousness on her face, Zane couldn’t help but ask, “do they put something different in them or something? A potion or other, well anything, perhaps?”
