The abrupt change in tone and conversation wasn't missed by Roze, but she knew not to pry in people's business. When she went to a Muggle Primary school, she always clammed up about her Mother and that side of the family - having to lie to her Muggle schoolmates anyway about the magic, she often just said her Mother travelled with work a lot; the truth was a bit too painful for a young child to admit to. Because then it brought forth questions of her death, and the manner in which it occurred. Not something child should have to lie about all the time.
"Well, my Dad's family was originally from Italy, but I'm from Yorkshire; I've never really kept the accent though, considering we moved around a lot." Due to several extensive holidays in her Father's native Rome, and moving around various army bases down South, she'd never picked up the rather prominent Yorkshire accent. Even now, with her home now firmly settled in the moors, she was sure she'd retain her classic English accent. However, whenever she went on a rant in Italian (she and her brother were brought up with both languages, much to the insistence of her father,), she found it hard to drop the accent of it afterwards when speaking English. 
"What about you Dani? Whereabouts are you from?" She asked, turning towards her other new friend. What with the lack of speech and all, there was no guessing from an accent. While asking, Roze glanced at her watch. 20 minutes til lunch ended - plenty of time for poor Dani to write something up. She was [i]defintely[/i] going to have to learn sign language for her.