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SilverTiger · 08-27-2018, 08:00 AM

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Originally Posted by Callie

Dizzy nodded, but slightly cautiously. It was always a little awkward talking about her sister's ages, giving the ages between them. People often either didn't believe her when she told them how old Gudrun, her oldest sister was. But it was just normal for her family. "Yes. Um, Bryn, who's the youngest of my big sisters, is 35." Though she'd be 36 in November.

"You have a baby brother?" It slipped out, brimming with the surprise Dizzy felt, before she could stop it. But it wasn't that their ages were so far apart that surprised Dizzy. It was that they were so close together. Stasya had a brother who would be three in a bit. Which means, if Dizzy was guessing Stasya's age right, it would mean Stasya's brother was born when Stasya wasn't much older than Dizzy, and that was still much too young in her mind to be a big sister! At least, Stasya's parents were sensible enough to wait that long, unlike other families where there were only about two years difference between the kids.

Okay, sure, Dizzy knew her family, where Mama generally waited until her last daughter was an adult before having another, wasn't typical, but it still felt normal to her.

Just normal animal smells? Dizzy wrinkled her nose under the collar of her shirt at the thought. "I...um...have a sensitive nose, I guess." Because, as much as she liked animals, the smell of them all together that was barns, was overpowering, and not at all pleasant.

Turning back to the books, Dizzy gave up on the Dutch books. They were mostly crime novels, which were boring in her opinion. "Hmmm...Maybe the Icelandic books will be next to the books in the other Scandinavian languages." Dutch was placed next to the German books, so it made sense. Dizzy scanned the shelves looking for Swedish, or Danish, or Aha! Norwegian! Now to search around it for Icelandic.

The topic seemed like maybe it wasn’t as innocent as Stasya had believed, but she honestly wasn’t judging anyone. She was honestly just curious, and mostly just because she hadn’t met anyone from essentially the same background as she was, or at least half of her background but then either way, before now the only Icelandic people she’d known, along with the Russians she knew, were related to her. But the hesitation her question had met still made her pause and wonder if she shouldn’t have asked that. “Oh,” she replied, nodding slightly. She was fairly sure Uncle Tobin was around that age, but once again, she couldn’t judge. Not when her family was still the most complicated one she knew.

“I do. Demyan,” she continued, smiling a little. She did love her brother. It hadn’t been his fault that everything else had happened, or at least she was pretty sure it wasn’t his fault. She didn’t think he was why her papa had abandoned them. Technically for the second time, since she didn’t count when he’d been in jail as abandoning them. At least then there had been letters and stuff. Either way, it was why she didn’t really discuss her family with anyone, aside from the few people who knew. Like Professor Hirsch, the Whittebrooks, and her best friends. And she knew the headmistress and Professor Marchand probably knew about her history since she’d said Professor Hirsch could tell them way back when it had weirdly been new. She’d become sort of resigned to the fact she didn’t have a normal family, but she was grateful for all the people she considered family.

A quiet giggle had slipped out as she’d noticed the reaction from her answer about the barn smells. At least, she could guess what the reaction was, and with the previous discussion she could imagine it too. “Maybe. I should probably warn you about Potions class then too.” There were plenty of weird smells there, along with other unpleasant things. She had a complicated relationship with that subject, too, but that was because she still couldn’t resign herself to using creature parts for the most part. It also maybe was why she hadn’t been as bothered by the smell in the shop.

“Maybe,” she added, agreeing with the idea that the books they were looking for might be with the other Scandinavian books. At least, she still felt like she was helping.

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