Klaus showed her Boggle, and she seemed relatively interested in it. He thought it was a fun game for short periods of time, but it wasn't something he regularly would go back to as it was frequently the same words being made. With the other ones there was more variety for what words you could make. It depended on what letters you had and what your vocabulary was. Thus, it was different every time unlike boggle which had limited letters and so only a limited number of words could really be made. She seemed to like the sound of Scrabble though, and he smiled before pulling one down from the shelf for her. "Here you are." he said with a smile while handing over the box. Scrabble had anniversary editions and such, but they were always the same for the most part. Really they just changed the colors from what he could tell. It wasn't as if they added things.
Anyway, he handed her the game, and wondered if there was anything else she was looking for or if that was it. She commented that it was a very interesting shop and he gave her a smile "Thank you. I enjoy games and books, so I figured that was the most logical thing for me to own a shop for." he said with a shrug.
"Thank you," she said with a smile, taking the box from him, before looking down at it. It seemed like an interesting enough game, she was going to have to take it Seb's the next time that she went over, and bully him into playing it with her. Or maybe she could go bother Gus and bully him into playing it with her. Or the both of them. Though, perhaps not in the same spot. Putting them together didn't seem like the smartest decision at this point in time.
"It does seem pretty logical," she agreed, mouth quirking a little bit. "Do you enjoy owning a shop?" If she had to work in a shop, she'd pick a book shop. Maybe she could see if Flourish and Blotts were hiring, and try her hand there. It wouldn't hurt to have something else to be doing alongside the magical theory. Another thing to keep her occupied - to bring in the money. "Is that a weird question to ask?" Rei wasn't really sure what she was doing anymore. Maybe she should just buy her game and leave the poor shop keeper alone, who probably did not want to have to stand there and answer her silly questions.
She thanked him for the box and he smiled at her. "You're welcome." he stated simply. Did she want any other games? Did she want to just continue browsing around the shop? Or maybe she wanted to simply pay for her game and leave. He did suppose it was also always possible that she wanted to stay and chat for a while. He wouldn't mind if she did as he didn't get a whole lot of social interaction otherwise. He could talk with others in the village, but outside the village was a little more difficult simply because he didn't have magic to transport him different places. Either he had to ask one of his older siblings or figure out a non-magical way to get there.
She commented on it seeming logical, and then asked if he enjoyed owning a shop. "I do actually. It's fun getting to meet new people and introduce them to new games. There aren't exactly an abundance of magical ones after all, I find most wizarding world games rather boring." he said with a shrug. Especially after the fifth time in a row of playing them. There was more to life than chess after all, though he sold both the magical and non magical versions of it. "I don't find it a weird question. I'm sure numerous people would be annoyed to be forced into a family shop of sorts. Seeing as you do have to be much older than I am to open one on your own." he said with a shrug. It wasn't as if he could really do anything else though. Either he wasn't old enough or didn't have magic so a shop was just about his only option. He wasn't too bitter about it though, he imagined it could always be worse. At least his family didn't hate him.
"No, there isn't really," she agreed, trying to think of what magical games that she knew. There was a handful, but outside of that, there was not a lot. "Do you get problems with that from people?" she wondered. "Selling muggle games?" Surely some people would have problems with it, considering that certain people had issues with anything that was not entirely magical.
"Oh," she said, frowning a little. Forced into owning a family shop? She did suppose that some families were a bit like that, wanting to pass their businesses on down the family line. Her parents did not have those kind of jobs. Her father worked in the ministry, and her mother taught, not quite jobs that were passed along. Though, when thinking on it, Ignatius had gone to work in the ministry, and she was working in academia. So they did take after their parents a little bit. "Would you have preferred to have done something else?" she asked, a little tentatively, as she wasn't entirely sure that was the most appropriate question to be asking someone.
Klaus really thought wizards needed to be more creative and come up with more games. Muggles had hundreds of games created without magic, so he didn’t think they really had any excuse not to have more. She asked if he had problems with selling muggle games from people and he shrugged. “Sometimes. Most of them don’t bother coming into the shop in the first place though just sort of shout it from the road.” He said rolling his eyes a bit. He thought it was idiotic, but he supposed some people liked living with their head shoved up their ass. Who was he to judge if someone wanted to live their life like that? He had better things to do. He imagined those people would take even more issue if they learned he was a squib. That was more their problem than his though, as long as they didn’t act on any stupid feelings they may have he hardly cared about what they thought.
His parents had technically bought the shop for him, so he wasn’t really forced into it, but there wasn’t a whole lot else he could do. When she asked if he would have preferred to do something else he shrugged. “If I was magical, then I wouldn’t have wanted to own a shop, but my options are a bit limited in the magical world.” he noted simply. Hopefully she didn’t react too poorly to him being a squib. Though, considering she was in here buying a muggle game in the first place he thought it would be fine. He didn’t really hide it anyway, considering he always pulled out step stools or whatnot if something was too high on a shelf for him to reach.
At his comment about people yelling things from the street, Aurelia rolled her eyes. "People are idiots," she muttered. What was the point? What did they think that was going to achieve? It wasn't as though yelling at him was going to change what he was doing, and hardly from out in the street where they were less of a nuisance. She wanted to be surprised at how intolerant people were, that their dislike of anything not magical seeped all the way down into trivial games, but she wasn't. Rei was well aware of the prejudice of others.
His saying that he wasn't magical shouldn't have given her a spark of excitement, but it did. Meeting another person who was like her... who was trying to make their way in a magical world without having any of themselves. It was nice to have that slight recognition that she was not alone. "I get that," she said. "I'm not magical either." And it felt nice to say those words to a person that she didn't expect would react badly. So often it was like standing on top of a peek, unsure of which way the response would topple.
Some people really did apparently have nothing better to do than to shout profanities from the street. It was kind of sad honestly. Surely there were better ways to spend their time? “Yes, yes they are.” He said with a sigh. Why couldn’t they just accept muggle things? It wasn’t as if they were harming anyone, and in fact many muggle devices made life so much easier for them. He imagined being a muggleborn and going to Hogwarts was a hell of a shock simply because of how behind wizards were when it came to technology. They seemed to be reliant on magic for anything. It wouldn’t kill some of them to learn to live without it surely.
He hadn’t expected her to return with a statement of not being magical either. In fact, he didn’t think he had ever actually met another squib before. “Oh. Really?” he said simply. He did suppose that was as good a reason as any to want muggle games. He smiled at her though. “I’ve never actually met another squib.” He admitted somewhat awkwardly. He really hadn’t though. Maybe they could become friends though, that would be nice. They had at least a few things in common already it would seem.
It was weird, how some muggle things were accepted, but others were not. Wizards made use of things like trains and cars sometimes, but there were other every day things that they hadn't yet accepted. They were still using quills when pens would have made things easier, and all the other things that magical people seemed to disregard...
"Really," she said with a half smile. "And I haven't either." There wasn't really a great deal of them, and then Aurelia hadn't met a great deal of people either. Her parents had kept her rather sheltered. "It's nice to meet someone whose gone through a similar set of circumstances."
There were several things in the wizarding world that just did not make any logical sense. The rejection of convenient muggle items was a lot of them. Oh well, he couldn’t change a world he technically was only half part of now could he? Well, he could try, but it likely wouldn’t work very well. Besides, he wasn’t even sure if he was even half part of it. He was born to magical parents, but without magic he wasn’t really sure he’d ever truly belong in wizarding society. Working in a wizarding village was sort of his last ditch attempt to stay a part of that world he supposed. Maybe eventually he’d accept it and just become a muggle, but today he was going to continue pretending to at least party belong to the magical world.
She confirmed that she was indeed a squib like him, and he smiled. She hadn’t met one either though and he pondered that for a moment. ”Well, I do suppose there aren’t very many of us wandering around, so I guess it makes sense that neither of us would run into another one if we stayed home most of our lives.” he said simply with a shrug. Most squibs were kept inside and hidden away as they were supposedly a family shame of sorts. His family wasn’t exactly ashamed of him, but they weren’t proud of him either. They let him have his wishes, but they weren’t particularly enthusiastic about it. ”Yes, it is.” he agreed when she commented that it was nice to meet someone who went through similar circumstances. Both of them had spent their life waiting for their letters only to never receive them because they didn’t have magic.
There was a lot of time where the magical world seemed to not make a lot of sense. Or maybe it was just the world in general that didn't make sense. Her family had been respected - until her. And maybe it still was a little bit, for her father in the ministry, and her brother as the head hit wizard, but not for her. She might have been an expert in her field, have a knowledge of magical theory that was unparalleled by a significant amount of people - and largely, that still didn't matter. People didn't care what she knew, or what she would bring. They cared about her lack of magic, as though that was something that could be changed. As though if they looked down on her enough, than she could do something about it. She had no magic, she was never going to have magic. Such was the hand that she had been dealt.
"Yes, that's true." And she had been quite sheltered. Her parents had been too ashamed of her to take her out of the house with them very often as a child. And considering that she had then grown up during the war years... leaving the house had become even less of a possibility. "What is your family like?" she questioned. How had he been treated as a squib by his family? Had he gone through similar circumstances as her? Or had he been luckier?
Klaus was glad he wasn’t from one of the high society pureblood families, but he was still from an at least noteworthy one. Having a squib did slightly hinder that a little, but at least most of his family was pretty cool about it. Some of them were kind of a pain to deal with, but he just avoided them as much as he could instead. Still, despite his parents being at least partially okay with it, he still didn’t get to go out a whole lot. They still kind of hid him even if he wasn’t treated badly or anything like that, but pureblood kids under eleven were also kind of kept at home. They weren’t sent to public schools or anything usually, just sort of got home schooled and met their family’s friends. Perhaps that should be reevaluated. Surely there was merit to magical kids learning about the muggle world at least a little before they were off on their own.
She asked about his family and he shrugged. “Most of them are pretty good about things. My sisters are nice, my brother is kind of an ass. He’s the oldest though, so I guess that’s to be expected. I’m pretty sure older brothers have being an ass as their job description.” He said with a sigh and a shake of his head. Hans was the only sibling that ever gave him grief for his being a squib. His three sisters usually came to his defense though, especially the younger ones, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. “My parents have mostly adjusted to the whole squib thing, they’re the ones that bought this shop.” He said with a slight shrug and a smile. “They don’t really understand my muggle games interest, but they don’t complain about it.” He stated idly. “What’s your family like?” he asked her in return.
There was a lot of things about the ways that squibs were treated that Aurelia would change. She could have spoken angrily about it at great lengths, and was very easy provoked into voicing some of those views. But there had to be a better way. There had to be a way that didn't involve just shunning the squibs to the side, trying to pretend that they didn't exist. Maybe it would have been better if her parents had given her up, shoved her into some muggle orphanage. Though at around eleven years old, adapting to the muggle world would have been difficult. Though perhaps easier than trying to adapt herself to parts of it now. She was learning, through Sebastian. But she wasn't sure it was ever going to be a world that she felt comfortable in. Which could also be said for the magical one.
Although the words themselves weren't amusing, her lip quirked a little. "It definitely does. Brothers are assholes," she said, thinking about her older brother. Older brothers being asses was definitely applicable there. "Oh, well that's good." His parents had bought him the shop? That sounded like it was somewhere near supportive at least. Would her parents have done something like that for her? Somehow she doubted it. "Uh," she said, and then scrunched her nose. "My asshole brother is actually the most accepting of the lot, so." Though he wasn't as much of an asshole as he had used to be. "I don't really talk to my parents very often anymore." She'd moved out to live with Gus before she'd even become of age - her parents didn't even really try to protest it. Probably glad to no longer have her under their roof.
All things considered, Klaus actually didn’t have it that bad with his family. His parents weren’t vocally supportive, but they had bought the shop for him. Part of him wondered if they had only done that for the sake of being able to talk to their own parents again as he was no longer in the house and therefore not a problem for them. His sisters were outright supportive, and so he’d take what he could get. She agreed that brothers were assholes and he smiled slightly. He assumed that meant she had at least one too. That statement generally came from experience after all. At least he tried to not be an asshole brother. He did think his sisters would tell him if he was being one though.
“Sometimes I wonder if they did it just to get me out of the house, or because my sisters harassed them into it, but I’ll take whatever support I can get.” He said with a slight sigh. It was something, he couldn’t complain too much as he knew most squibs had it quite a bit worse. Aurelia for example apparently only had her asshole brother as accepting. “That’s…yikes. I’m sorry.” He said with a slight frown. At least she had someone, but still that had to be rough. “I can’t say I blame you if they’re not accepting. I don’t talk to my grandparents anymore for that reason.” He said with a sigh. They were all a bit more traditional. His parents’ marriage had been arranged after all, and his oldest brother was stuck in an arranged marriage too. His older sister had married before his parents had been able to set one up for her, so at least she escaped that. He was pretty sure he would too being that he was a squib and all so they didn’t want to marry him off to continue the family name with him.
Klaus voiced his questions about why his parents might have done what they had, and Aurelia tilted her head in acknowledgement. She could understand taking whatever support she could. Gus was getting better, admittedly, but he hadn't always been... but at least he'd been better than their parents. "I didn't give my parents the chance to try and get me out of the house," she said after a moment. "I moved out to live with my brother when I was about fourteen or fifteen." She could have worked backwards to have done the math properly, but it all sort of blurred together in her brain. "Though they didn't exactly seem disappointed by that," she muttered, crossing her arms across her chest. They had not been sorry to see her go. To no longer have to deal with her under their roof. Or with her mostly at all.
At the mention of grandparents, she scrunched her nose a little. "Yeah, I can understand that," she murmured. If her parents were bad, her grandparents were downright rotten. Perhaps it was a generational thing. "My grandparents stopped talking to my parents, after... even though my parents didn't seem to want anything to do with me either." And the rest of her extended family for that matter. She had some cousins that she hadn't seen since they were babies. She sighed, shaking her head. "I just... don't understand it."
She hadn’t given her parents the chance to get her out of the house and instead she just left with her brother. That was fair, and if it meant she was away from people who seemed to resent her then it was good. “That’s fair. At least they didn’t try and lock you in a basement and force you to stay or something. I’ve heard stories about families doing that to hide what was supposedly shame.” He said with a slight sigh. His brother had brought it up at one point to prove how good he had it and that he should be grateful and stop being such a burden to their parents. Unfortunately for Hans that as soon as he had he finished that statement their two younger sisters had both tackled him and smacked him with pillows for being an ass. At least they didn’t think he was a burden. Besides, it wasn’t as if he just lazed around the house and did nothing. He helped out. “My parents aren’t disappointed by my leaving I know that much. My sister said they were speaking to their parents again so.” He said with a sigh. He did wonder sometimes if they resented him just a little.
Apparently her grandparents hadn’t taken to her very well either. What was with that generation and being so stuck up anyway? “I think it’s mostly just a serious case of people needing to get over themselves. Tradition isn’t everything, especially if it gets in the way of progress. Muggles have done quite a few things that are just as extraordinary as magic after all.” he said with a slight frown. Why did people always hate those that were different? There wasn’t anything wrong with being different was there? He was pretty sure there wasn't. Maybe people just thought they didn't belong in the magical world but didn't know how to unintroduce them to it and so didn't like them for essentially being muggles who were in on the secret?