Harry… Lightning nodded to him once for his name. Naturally his own inquisitive nature would soon follow, as it was in her experience in social normalities––and that it was the same here, in this new world, was a welcomed familiarity. He did not disappoint. “Lightning.” She then gave an almost obligatory glance around them before she softly grunted, “hn.” Her eyes lingered on a mess of flowers, pansies, or at least they looked as if they were. She brought her eyes back to Harry and gave a soft sigh. “I know just as much as you, I presume.” She then thought to ask, “when did you come to this… world?” Perhaps he had the advantage of being here longer than her, or perhaps she had that over him.
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