((OOC: NSFW - China's mun puts forward a warning: There will be Smut! Crowd roars. I, personally, didn't see that coming. But come on, Kuronue is in it. Speaks for itself.))
It was eight in the morning and the air was crisp and cool. China was sitting at one of the room-length tables reading the Daily Prophet. Beside her was a plate with three
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"Good morning," Grant said absently to China as he sat down across from her. He didn't pay her much attention as he ate, but as a voracious reader himself he eventually ended up trying to surreptitiously read her paper. "I would think that what to wear to a dragon tournament would be self-evident. It needs to be able to get dirty and let you run quickly."
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When Alan Grant commented on the Dragon tournament article, she gave him a proper look. He was a charming looking man, perhaps in his late thirties, early forties. Give or take a year. She smiled at him, "I thought the same; but even when one knows that flame retardant clothing is a must, a fashionista still needs to know what apparel is of the highest quality as to mare her social standing." She shrugged. "It's a woman thing."
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"So my girlfriend tells me. We're had this discussion over watches and handbags." He couldn't understand why a person would need more than one, at least until the item broke and it was time to get a replacement. Grant was wearing a blue work shirt and pain khaki pants. It would be a safe bet that his closet was filled with almost identical items.
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She assumed his girlfriend had won the discussion, not matter how calmly it was discussed, or whether Alan Grant didn't know of his loss at the time. The girlfriend must have, it was nature.
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"Anyway, do you have any interest in dragons in particular?"
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"Dragons? No, I couldn't say I do. Reptiles," she shuddered. "they're not my cup of tea, unfortunately. Though I do entertain the thought of them, and even perhaps riding one, I couldn't say they're my favourite mythological creature." She smiled warmly, sipping her tea.
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"So what is your favorite creature?"
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She didn't wait for an answer.
"Of my world my favourite animal is a tie between the Ocelot and the Peacock. Mythologically speaking, I rather enjoyed the look of the Siren."
She smiled and waved her hand, "But truly, there is many beautiful animals out there, mythological and mundane alike. It's surprising at how hard it is to choose simply one, or so, on the spot. What of you sir, what is your favourite animal?"
She had just realised she hadn't gotten his name.
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He thought about her question. "For mundane, probably a triceratops." Not that you saw many of those anymore. "I don't think I have a favorite magical creature, but out of the ones in the barn right now, the nifflers are giving me the least trouble, so I suppose that puts them at the top of the list."
"Your world seems to have the same names for animals that mine does, Ms. ...?"
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"It does, doesn't it? Perhaps we are from the same realm?" China chuckled, maybe he was on the same wave-length as she. "China. China Sorrows, Slytherin House." She extended a hand for a shake.
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"I doubt it, unless cloned dinosaurs are not unheard of where you come from."
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"Ah, well." She chuckled. "No, I can't say we do then. I don't believe my realm has gotten that technologically advanced." She smiled genially.
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