I've been there... four times, Moun answered with a faint smile, pausing to count.... but nearly every time, something weird happened... she added, her face falling. She shivered. at the memory of those men.
Ethan's following sentence made her frown slightly. A few years before, she would have accepted gladly, without any second thoughts, but now she was more cautious -most people would even say paranoid... This sounded weird. Like she didn't have a choice. Once more, she wondered if this student could be an adult, polyjuiced. She knew her enemies were masters in disguise... She shook her head to chase those suspicions away. No, it didn't make any sense: her head was always buzzing in warning when the older dark wizard was around, and as for the younger one... why would he go through all that trouble to hurt her when he could have just killed her or kisnapped her a few days ago? No, this was just a french student, that was it.
Sure, she finally answered, a smile back on her face. Hogwarts' castle is full of surprises, you'll see.
The french boy's explanations made her think about her own future for a moment. Work for the ministry? Why not... Maybe she could do the same work as Cora's dad? Yep, this sounded pretty cool. How did she call it already? Oh, yeah: magizoologist. But first she had more pressing concerns.
Snapping out of her thoughts once more, she pouted in reaction at the boy's words.
Yeah, Sweden sounds... weird, right? she said.
She didn't know much about it, but all she'd heard was how creepy Durmstrang was, and how wild dark wizards were there.
She glanced at the two pets again. The cute kitten seemed to want to play, bt Plato wasn't done with his sniffing. He stood on his hind legs to sniff the cat's ears. Soon enough, the little rodent started nibbling softly on it.
Careful Plato, she warned him.
The kitten seemed old enough to defend itself, but a rat's bite could be something dreadful -she was speaking from experience.