[ A little shrug. It does make sense. It's just...not something she's ever been especially good at. She thinks. Honestly, everyone around her, all her life, has been really just like her - for the most part - some of them Czechs, some of them Irish, some of them English, some of them from central London instead of out in Balham, some of them older and some of them younger and some of them political like her and some of them indifferent - but everyone's story was the same. Or at least one of two variants. The magicians are rotten and we'll put up with it or the magicians are rotten and we won't put up with it. Sometimes, other sorts would come through, tourists and country folk, but she'd filch their things - she wouldn't sit down and learn their stories.
Honestly, the first one who was different, really different, was Bartimaeus. And she'd come away from her conversation with him with her head spinning. So, thinking of him - ]
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Date: 2018-11-24 12:59 pm (UTC)Honestly, the first one who was different, really different, was Bartimaeus. And she'd come away from her conversation with him with her head spinning. So, thinking of him - ]
Guess it helps you change, too.