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Quinn giggled a little at his response. "Twenty should be the bare minimum." Then she sighed a little bit. "My mother wouldn't drink a potion if it would save her life." And it could. And she wouldn't. "Trust me, I've tried. Good for your friend, though. I'm glad it works for him," she said, trying to lighten it up a bit. She felt bad, coming in here all doom and gloom, but she was doing her best not to throw all that on this random pet store worker. It's not like he asked to deal with all this today.
Quinn clasped her hands together and stuck out her lip as Tofu was taken out of his little kennel. "Oh!!" she squealed, coming up and delicately plucking Tofu out of his hands. The cat mewed at her as she held him to her chest, and he immediately started nuzzling into her neck. "Hi, Tofu..." she said as she started scritching him behind the ears, and then the little engine started up. Tofu was purring and nuzzling up on her, and she started getting overwhelmed. The little guy was just a little ball of love and affection, and Quinn really needed this right now. She started tearing up and had to turn away from the man. She sniffled a little, wiping her eyes, and took a deep breath. She turned back around and exhaled. "Sorry, I've just had a hard..." Day? Week? Month? Year? Life? God, no, that was so self-pitying. She was better than that. "...time."
Let's move on, quickly. She plastered a little smile back on her face. "Right." She did a little point for emphasis, but it came off a little awkwardly. "I was a Ravenclaw as well. Class of 2110—or, would be, if I hadn't been transferred out," she said, her wording very purposeful. She wanted to make sure there was no autonomy placed on her part—not her decision, and still a sore spot for her. She gave Tofu some more little scratches under his chin. "Slipped right in for the trauma, and dragged out right as I started to feel myself," she said with a humorless little laugh, then quickly shook her head. "Sorry. Not funny. But, uh...yeah, you probably don't remember me. And I look very, uh...different," she said trying to open her free arm out for a little flourish, but there wasn't really much of an audience for it. "I'm Quinn. Kingsley. If that rings a bell." She laughed a little. "You're, um...C-Co...lin..?" she said, wincing because she knew immediately that wasn't right. |