If she noticed the pause, Lovise didn't show it. Instead, almost imperceptibly calmer now that business was finished, she sipped her wine and shrugged gracefully.<br/>"I lived with my grandmother on a little hill town in Hammerfest, in northern Norway. There are not so many wizarding families, but my grandmother is over them all. She keeps the small families at work, and makes sure the muggles stay in line." Only an ounce or two was left in her glass and she tilted the stem just to see the wine roll in the bulb. Her careless attitude was not a show for him; it was easy to see just how little she cared about the cost of her wine, or it's gruesome makings. "After she says I have learned enough, and I am old enough, she says to me 'go out and meet more of the wizards. Go and learn more.'"<br/>Her cold gray eyes softened as she offered him an almost apologetic smile.<br/>"It is different here in the south. The weather I like, but not so much the rest. The muggles are lazy and so many of the witches are stupid, weak things. No one uses runes, and it makes a charm too complicated." Muttering into her glass she says: "Anything can be done if you know the runes to write it."