Modus Vivendi

She is one of the few who doesn't make fun of the way he talks; the only one to say she likes his brogue. He doesn't even blink at the idea of walking down Hogsmeade with her, hand in hand. They are still looked at askance; him for his Irish accent, her for the colour of her skin, the fall of her braids, her full lips. Angelina/Montague