She isn’t born a fighter—her heart is not cut out to carry a sword and defend with a shield.
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“Tea is the best drink after dinner because it helps in easier digestion.” Mrs. Hendrix said, her eyes are focused on the table as the maids begin to serve the dinner courses. “Maybe, Gruffind don’t practice that habit, considering that superior health care is not every one’s priority—especially if they’re driven mad with earning for a living.” She then lifted her gaze, her eyes that is ironically the same shade of blue as her.
Maintaining her composure, Georgia just smiled and responded with a bland answer. “How considerate of you, ma’am. We don’t have the tea yet, but you’re already informing me of what I should expect.” She chuckled like a sweet girl. “I didn’t know you care about me
