"A nap is high praise, indeed," Ginny teased smugly. She certainly wasn't in the mood for a nap now, but that was different. She shook her head, trying to segment back the attraction from her professionalism, effectively hiding behind her mantle as a Healer. "They do, if what Trisha told me was correct."
She headed to the kitchen and put on the kettle, summoning down tea and mugs instead of opening every cabinet. Research. Yes, this was all for research, she reminded herself. She got herself a glass of water, something cold to distract while she waited for the kettle to boil. "May I ask, how old were you when you were attacked?" Ginny asked.
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Date: 2013-03-25 10:42 pm (UTC)She headed to the kitchen and put on the kettle, summoning down tea and mugs instead of opening every cabinet. Research. Yes, this was all for research, she reminded herself. She got herself a glass of water, something cold to distract while she waited for the kettle to boil. "May I ask, how old were you when you were attacked?" Ginny asked.