She had done pretty well with the book-lessons. It turns out that she had checked out a history book and has been reading it between classes, so she was already catching up with other students, faster than I had expected. She seems to enjoy that subject. And her knowledge of herbs and their uses was more extensive than I had believed--the main problem was translation. I would ask her about an herb, and she would say she’s never heard of it, but when I started to describe what it looked like, she’d go, “Oh! That’s _____!” and tell me what it’s medical properties were. I was proud, though I wouldn’t tell her that. Though my saying “good job” made her face light up like a Midwinter tree, making her look strangely young and innocent-- and made
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I have it at least three times a day.”
“Wow. No wonder you seem like you’re a pro at it.” I was impressed, “I’ve never really made tea before, or had any. Unless you count those nasty medical herb ones that I’ve occasionally had to make.” I shivered at the memories. They were utterly vile.
He chuckled. Chuckled?! That’s a first. “Then I hope you like it. I made milk tea. I thought it would go nicely with the cookies.” I had pulled my own bag out--I had made myself hold off on eating them, because I planned on eating them after dinner--and started munching on a cookie. Yum…
This was a different side of Klaus I hadn’t seen before. He was actually being quite pleasant. It was a nice change. He handed me a tea cup on a saucer. I accepted it and took a sip. Not sweet enough. I saw that he was using this fancy little spoon to put sugar into his cup. Three heaping spoonfuls. He stirred it around.
“Looks like it isn’t just Elias who has the sweet tooth.” I commented, using the little spoon I had on my saucer to put three and a half spoonfuls in before stirring. I sipped. Yum. Perfect.
He rolled his eyes, but more playfully than usual, a little amused smile on his mouth, “Mine isn’t nearly so …show more content…
It’s making me happy just to watch her like this. I start telling her stories about some of my favorite particular photos, like when Elias first got his wand. She’s mistified. It’s fairly amusing.
Then she says something that makes me start, though I didn’t show it. “Elias said that you guys had another brother who was about four years older than you. How come he isn’t in any of these pictures?”
I sigh, “He was often to busy in his training to become the family heir to interact with us much, especially after Elias got to be a few years old. We’re friendly, but not very close.”
She looks sadly at the book, “That’s not right. Siblings should have the opportunity to have a strong relationship with each other. I know that I love each of my brothers and would hate to not to be able to know them.”
That’s right. She has quite the large family. “I agree, but what’s done is done.”
“Not really. You two probably could gain a decent relationship if you two started communicating. Communicating is essential to any good relationship. I’d be sending him letters, friendly ones, not business letters, and the such. Doing anything I could to get to know him better.” That’s something I hadn’t even thought about. She’s right. But I decide to steer away from this subject for the time
I have it at least three times a day.”
“Wow. No wonder you seem like you’re a pro at it.” I was impressed, “I’ve never really made tea before, or had any. Unless you count those nasty medical herb ones that I’ve occasionally had to make.” I shivered at the memories. They were utterly vile.
He chuckled. Chuckled?! That’s a first. “Then I hope you like it. I made milk tea. I thought it would go nicely with the cookies.” I had pulled my own bag out--I had made myself hold off on eating them, because I planned on eating them after dinner--and started munching on a cookie. Yum…
This was a different side of Klaus I hadn’t seen before. He was actually being quite pleasant. It was a nice change. He handed me a tea cup on a saucer. I accepted it and took a sip. Not sweet enough. I saw that he was using this fancy little spoon to put sugar into his cup. Three heaping spoonfuls. He stirred it around.
“Looks like it isn’t just Elias who has the sweet tooth.” I commented, using the little spoon I had on my saucer to put three and a half spoonfuls in before stirring. I sipped. Yum. Perfect.
He rolled his eyes, but more playfully than usual, a little amused smile on his mouth, “Mine isn’t nearly so …show more content…
It’s making me happy just to watch her like this. I start telling her stories about some of my favorite particular photos, like when Elias first got his wand. She’s mistified. It’s fairly amusing.
Then she says something that makes me start, though I didn’t show it. “Elias said that you guys had another brother who was about four years older than you. How come he isn’t in any of these pictures?”
I sigh, “He was often to busy in his training to become the family heir to interact with us much, especially after Elias got to be a few years old. We’re friendly, but not very close.”
She looks sadly at the book, “That’s not right. Siblings should have the opportunity to have a strong relationship with each other. I know that I love each of my brothers and would hate to not to be able to know them.”
That’s right. She has quite the large family. “I agree, but what’s done is done.”
“Not really. You two probably could gain a decent relationship if you two started communicating. Communicating is essential to any good relationship. I’d be sending him letters, friendly ones, not business letters, and the such. Doing anything I could to get to know him better.” That’s something I hadn’t even thought about. She’s right. But I decide to steer away from this subject for the time