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Zinnia watched Elena with quiet amusement, arms crossed as she leaned against one of the wooden pillars framing the space. There was something so familiar, so deeply comforting, about seeing Dragomir’s (Oliver's too, but Zinnia had known Dragomir since diapers and, naturally, there was a more intimate history between them to reflect upon) daughter in her home. It was a rare thing, this kind of closeness, the kind that had nothing to do with blood and everything to do with choice.
She smiled a bit more as Elena dug into the crostini without hesitation. "That good, huh?" she teased, noting the full-mouthed declaration and deciding not to be that person and point out manners. "Ramiel will be pleased, he takes his kitchen victories very seriously." There was a warmth in her tone, but her sharp gaze was already scanning Elena’s frame, assessing. She was still growing into herself, but there was an athleticism there, a fluidity in how she moved, a keen sense of awareness. A good foundation for aerial work and just maybe...
Because Zinnia had never been one to dawdle, she clapped her hands together, eyes bright with purpose. "Once we're done chit chatting and eating, we’re out there," she smirked with a firm thumb jab out the window, settling into a seat next to Elena. "And I won’t be hearing any complaints about being too full to practice." She meant it as a playful tease, but there was a harsh edge of seriousness to her tone as well - perhaps a reminder to herself as well since, well, she had been eating a fair bit more than usual recently.
Still, before they got to that, she had to check in. Auntie duties and such. "So, first term just about halfway done," she said, tipping her head slightly. "How's it going? I only had a few years at Hogwarts since your tatko and I transferred in a bit late, so we never got the sort of experience you and your brother have. And try not to leave any of the good stuff out." Truly. Zinnia had barely had a childhood to speak of, so pardon a woman for living somewhat vicariously through her niece. She wanted to know how she was settling in, how she was handling the shift from home to Hogwarts, from childhood to the steady pull of something bigger.
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