Friend from Across the Pond

[Alexander Kiddell]

Alexander chuckled as she seemed to become more and more irked by his demeanor. She silently sat down and went about preparing her own cup of tea. It wasn't until she had taken a sip it that she gave any sort of response from her. If one read the words she spoke, he would think that she was implying that he was a brash, uncivilized boy. "My fair friend, it is not that I do not respect your gender, but that in America, a women is allowed to have her own strength and ambitions, they are not required to be docile subservient. Though they may not usually as ambitious in a carer, but perhaps in her own endeavors and hobbies. A woman of character is one that is strong enough to survive with out men, but knows that it is needed and a good idea to live with us."

She turned and looked at him, her expression once again showing the little fate she had in his manners and self control so it would seem. He nodded and slide his wand into the side of his belt, letting it sit there. "So I will remember. Thank you for the advice."