A Poop * k8 *
Aboli thought about it. "I guess...well...he started mum right after she had my little brother...so I think I kind of always knew," she shrugged. "Remember, my dad is really stepdad...he's Korean." She smiled a little and nodded. "Hence why I can understand it pretty well. He taught me and my little brother so that whenever we visit there we would know how to speak the language, I guess." Whatever the case, she was thankful to know three languages. English, Hindi, and Korean.
His musings about his money issues, or rather non-issues, amused Aboli because the question of morality had cropped up. "It's always the question isn't it? Is something morally good if you do it for the wrong reasons? Are YOU morally good if you do something to make yourself feel good? Very good question, Minjae. And only YOU can make that decision for yourself. Perhaps doing any good is fine...for the world," she shrugged and continued eating her pizza. She did NOT notice Noah SPYING ON THEM...but that was probably a good thing. "Warm pizza is overrated, by the way," she muttered as she smirked at him playfully.
Now. She had to decide whether to tell Minjae the truth or...withhold it. She looked down at her hands, sighed a little, and nodded. "I'll tell you...my mother...is seer," she spoke softly, as if she did not want anyone to hear - not even the ducks, since there were only the ducks near them and the spying Noah. And she...you know, told him.
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." 
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |