Saratov, Russia (Wizarding Sector): Marketplace

A small laugh from Viper followed Sveta's. "I can understand that. Age gaps between the children in my family are rather large. When I was a small child my brothers and sister were already teenagers, if not already into adulthood. It made things rather interesting..." she mused.

The Potions Mistress beamed upon Sveta's confirmation that her upcoming visit was to be her first. "Well, if you'll let me, I'd love to take you out for an evening or two so you can experience Britain, especially the night life!" Viper offered, hoping Sveta wouldn't be opposed to the idea. While she had been more or less of a workaholic before, she had always enjoyed an evening out with her friends and colleagues in Britain's plethora of night clubs.

She nodded in comprehension of Sveta's explanation, being instantly reminded of years back when she was still one of the new ECHO fellows and had to endure additional courses, one of them being a semester of Healing Courses. Considering who she was back then, compassion and patience, two important aspects of that class were almost nonexistant on Viper, resulting in her nearly failing the class and deciding not to pursue beyond what was necessary or recommended. She didn't realize then, nor did she realize now, how much she would regret forsaking such information...

"I see. I remember having to take an examination very similar, as the class was a requirement of my former employment. If you'd like, I could give you a few quick-reference manuscripts of what examinations tend to test on? I'm not sure how similar the examinations in Britain and where you are studying are but perhaps they could assist you as much as they assisted me?" Viper offered. While she had almost failed miserably in the class, the examination was a rather different story. In fact, one could remark in amusement that her examination score was all that prevented her from failing.

Svetlana smiled, glad that Amaranth seemed to understand her predicament as the youngest child on a personal level.

Brown eyes widened with excitement. "I vould love that, if it is no trouble! It is alvays vonderful, experiencing a new place. I'm honored and thank you for the invitation," she replied enthusiastically.

The Russian witch nodded. "Your offer is most generous, Amaranth. I vould be glad to review them... as long as I von't be taking too much time avay from you and my brother," she replied softly, thankfully. "Thank you very much," Sveta added in Russian.

"Has my brother mentioned..." Sveta began to ask, and then paused. She really didn't want to pry into what Sevastyan may or may not have said to Amaranth, but at the same time she felt it crucial that anyone possibly treating him with potions should know. "He is highly allergic to valerian root. Or, at least, he vos several years ago..." A very light tinge of pink crossed the bridge of Svetlana's noise, staining her cheeks. Had Sevastyan told Amaranth of the time they'd discovered that little complication? Oh, how embarrassed she would be if he had!