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Originally Posted by
Amelie 
Egypt seemed a little embarrassed and it had all been caused by Nathan’s stupidity and stubbornness. The stubbornness was one of the few traits he had inherited from his father’s side of the family – he wasn’t too sure where the stupidity came from. He glanced at the band on his finger briefly before shoving both his hands back in his pockets again. With any luck she would forget it even existed.
He was pleased when she returned his weak smile with a more genuine one. She didn’t ask about the ring and for this he was thankful.
“Seems a long way to come to escape your mother.” He said with a nod. “I did something similar a few years ago for much the same reasons. …Sometimes you just have to get out there on your own to… to find yourself.” Blah, blah, bloody blah. Nathan and his annoying philosophies. If Angelina from the Minister’s Office were here she would no doubt have rolled her eyes and said something cutting to the young man. He looked in the direction of Egypt’s sisters, “How many of you are there?” Her words had implied there were more than just the three of them.
He was not surprised by her next words. It didn’t take much of a brain to work that out. His father and Egypt’s mother would probably get on like a house on fire. “So all muggleborns and half bloods were kept out of the city?” he asked rhetorically. “What happened to them?” He was being careful with his choice of words here, not wanting to offend this woman he had just met with his own liberal opinions. He had subconsciously slowed his pace as they neared the familiar telephone box visitor’s entrance to the ministry.
She was burning to ask about the ring that he kept trying to hide from here, but it wasn't her place to ask so she let it go. "Believe me this is not nearly far enough away from her." She told him, she didn't know if he really wanted to her about her mother.
"Um I have 11 sisters." she told him glancing back at her sisters that were watching her like a hawk, she turned back to Nathan, he was asking about her crazy home life. " I am not sure what happened to them. They were forced to live with muggles." She remembered the families that were torn apart, the children that would never get to see their parents. "And the Ministry kept pretty close tabs on the ones they could identify. They weren't allowed wands, some of them were locked up. Not even squibs were allowed to stay." she confessed. She hated having to explain any of these to anyone. She couldn't believe that she had bought into that garbage for so long and even helped carry out some of it.
She noticed that he slowed down near a red box with glass inserts. "Is this your house?" She asked clearly puzzled.