Wangcas
wannabe grandma
"Well, I dun reckon them rumours be true, then! 'Cos yer proper nice; me firs' mate 'ere," Rowan announced, not really thinking much of the supposed stereotypes. As for the blood ranking, he didn't think the discrimination made much sense. If he could still perform magic, why would his blood even matter? One thing was sure, though: wizards sure were weird.
"Wonder what house I be in," he murmured, poking Dusty's nose. Before he could actually take some time to debate this, though, he was interrupted by and elderly woman stopping in front of their compartment. In front of her stood a trolley of what Rowan assumed was a variety of wizard candies and goods.
"Anything from the trolly, dears?" she asked softly, smiling gently down at the two first years.
"Wonder what house I be in," he murmured, poking Dusty's nose. Before he could actually take some time to debate this, though, he was interrupted by and elderly woman stopping in front of their compartment. In front of her stood a trolley of what Rowan assumed was a variety of wizard candies and goods.
"Anything from the trolly, dears?" she asked softly, smiling gently down at the two first years.
