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| Topic Started: Aug 27 2006, 09:46 PM (121 Views) | |
| + Antonio De Luca | Aug 27 2006, 09:46 PM Post #1 |
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Serenity washed over the blanketed mountains of Scotland, as a strangely peaceful mood seemed to exude from the heavens above. As though undisturbed by some estranged sleep, a large placid castle lay in between a clump of the overlarge mountains, almost forgotten by everyone except a select covenant of individuals. A fortress for thousands of students, on the particular day the school remained devoid of any buzzing of voices, devoid of the mixture of laughter and tears that usually escaped from the stone walls. As though in some unrecognizable dream, the castle remained unusually distorted and quiet, as hardly any sound broke the laconism of the high marbled and magnificent castle. A dull air swept through the void walls, only adding to the already frigid October air that was circulating outside the old stone. Ah, what a strangely beautiful day. Even the birds had ceased in their attempt to chirp. In fact, only two sounds could be heard cutting through the frigid silence of the castle and the lush surrounding grounds. One was a small scratching sound that was coming from a branch of a unusually bent tree. The second was a sound of footsteps falling evenly against the marbled walls of the school, the only sound that seemed to be coming from the abandoned castle. Usually there was nothing too fascinating about these footsteps, seeing as they were neither unique nor remarkable. In fact, they were plain ordinary, belonging to what would be any other teenage boy in the school. If anything, the only striking characteristic about them was that they sounded as though the creator wanted them to be stifled, as though a self conscious part of him wanted the sound that was emitted to fade completely out so as to not draw attention to him. Perhaps it was because there was no other sound in the numerous floors and secret hidden passages of the school that the owner of the neither-remarkable-nor-unique-but-rather-self-conscious footsteps was trying so hard to still them, trying so hard to make them blend with the obnoxious silence that had formed on the castle on the particular day. A sharp turn could be heard in the footsteps, as the boy seemed to redirect where he was going. Hundreds of moving portraits hung the forlorn walls, as a couple of the portraits gazed at the sixteen year old boy walking so lonesome throughout the halls. A couple of them smiled at him, only causing the boy to keep his ice blue gaze fixated on the cold marble, as he shyly bent his neck so he wouldn’t have to see the people in the portraits. Knuckling his hands, he pushed them into his pockets, his footsteps slowing down slightly as he shuffled his feet self consciously passed the imaginary occupants in the hall. Sighing shakily, the boy could feel his fists tighten as he tried to shake off the feeling that he really wasn’t alone like he thought. Almost as though he expected to see someone appear from around a corner, the boy checked timidly over his shoulder, only to be greeted by nothing. Sighing in relief, the boy quickened his pace, almost reaching the rickety wooden staircase that he had fixated as the gateway to his destination. As the boy turned down the stairs, he realized that his destination remained to be seen. Feeling a strange weight lift off his shoulders as he descended down the stairs, the boy circuited onto the dusty stone of the dungeons, kicking the floor slightly as he ambled on. In all sense of reality, he doubted the girl would actually meet him where he was going, seeing as the two hardly knew each other apart from a handful of letters. Actually, the boy had never laid eyes on the girl, and he was almost certain that she had seen him before but apart from that he was completely left in the dark to her. For all he knew, she could really be a man. Not that it would be a problem if she was, but the boy couldn’t help but feel his usually anxious nerves kick in once again, as he burrowed his hands deeper into his pockets. The desolate dungeons hardly ever held witness to the boy’s footsteps, apart from when he was required to meander down there for Potions. Realizing that the late hour made him in snake only territory, the boy could feel his slender hand enclose around the thin piece of wood that was buried in his jeans, as he quickened his footsteps. For the umpteenth time that night, the boy contemplated the girl’s arrival to their cooking instruction, as he had decided to call it. A part of him figured that she wouldn’t come, seeing as she could have forgotten, or gotten held up by Julia. It seemed strangely forbidden, when they were doing which was strange because all he really was doing was teaching her how to cook. Reaching the portrait, he figured that it would probably be better to wait for her inside. Retracting his fingers from his pocket, the boy lightly scratched the pear in the painting before it turned into a door handle. A small smile on his face, the boy extended the same hand, pulling the door open quietly. [[eh, so we all know how bad I am at starting. So it's recycled. But you love me]] |
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| Belle Archibald | Aug 29 2006, 11:35 PM Post #2 |
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It was quiet… too quiet. Probably one of those time where you would expect a large gun fight and some girls in skimpy clothing to randomly break out in one of the abandoned and darkened hallways of the boarding school. However, while it would have been highly amusing for something of the nature to happen, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was hardly a place for any James Bond movies, nor for that matter any sort of gang fight, or even something as trivial as guns. While skimpy outfits could be expected in the cold dungeons that laid home to the snakes, the school was unusually quiet. Especially down in the dungeon. So one might be wondering why the dungeons were so empty, not one intimate Slytherin couple getting together in the middle of a random hallway. Well, for all those who were not of the snake house, this would have simply meant that God was watching over them or something cute like that. The truth? Well, the alcoholic whores were all having a fun time getting f*cked out of their mind, doing a bunch of stuff that would make some old people die of shock. The only reason that the rest of the school didn’t hear the Slytherin’s and their party rituals was because one very smart person – from thousands of years before – had made the wall to the Slytherin Common Room sound proof. Whether to hide the sound of parties, or to hide the fact the common room was their, either one worked. However, for a nervous little sixth year, getting out of an over crowded party had never been so hard. I mean, you’d think that if there were a large amount of drunken, drug abusive teenagers having a party, it wouldn’t be hard to simply duck out of the party and get to some place else. Well, if you thought that, you’d most defiantly be wrong. First of all, every Slytherin had at least one friend, unless they were undergoing some evil turning of their friends back or something that Slytherins go through every so often, and so, that one friend would at least expect them to get hammered together, and maybe even do some drugs or find each other someone to hook up with. Hell, some of the third years were even into that kind of stuff. So, while one sixth year was trying to make it not obvious that she was sneaking out somewhere to go see someone else for another thing, all her friends and even some of the people she didn’t even really know where doing everything in their power to hand her drinks, give her crack, or even some boys trying to take her back to ‘his room’ or something stupid like that. However, when the clock in the common room chimed noting that it was already seven o’clock, the girl simply pushed everyone away from her and told her friends she was meeting an old friend in Hogsmeade. Yeah, maybe it might have sounded stupid to those who were not of the snake clan, but to the girls that had been with said Slytherin, it made perfect sense. Hearing the wall close behind her, the Slytherin took off through the dungeon, leaving the party and her friends behind her. The shuffling footsteps of the girl echoed through the hall, and sounded as though someone was stumbling over themselves to get down the hall. There were a lot of things the girl could have blamed this on; however, the most honest answers would have to be because well first and foremost, the dungeons were filled with dim light, and the girl had been knocking back whatever people gave her while trying to escape the common room. So, while the semi-drunk blond navigated her way through the empty, yet poorly lighted hallway, a look of worry crossed the features of the girls face. After all, it had been after seven when she had finally escaped the common room and her stumbling through the hallway wasn’t helping her make her way to her destination – which was not actually in Hogsmeade, but in the kitchens. You see, someone had actually told the girl that they would teach her how to cook. While that was near impossible, the girl had agreed and would probably just end up having to write a couple apology letters for burning the school down or something along those lines. Part of the girl didn’t even really know why she was going to go see the boy that she had promised she would meet. Sure she had seen him walking by in the halls when Julia had pointed him out, but she had never actually spoken a word to him before. All that had been stated between the two had been in a succession of letters towards each other where the Slytherin had been trying to figure out if Julia was wasting her time or not, however, as time passed, it had seemed to the girl that she was growing somewhat nervous to meet him. There was the chance that he was going to not even bother showing up and she’d be left realizing that a Gryffindor had just blown her off or something of the sort, and it made her consider turning around and going back to the party which at the time was a very favorable option. However, somehow, in a matter of moments, the sixth year found herself standing in front of a portrait of a fruit bowl. Reaching out and lightly touching the pear on the wall before wondering to herself who would ever have realized that if you tickled a pear on a random painting that something would come of it, but before even thinking for more then a second on the matter, a door handle appeared, and the girl pulled the door open before walking into the kitchen. For a moment the girl didn’t see any actual person in the room other then more then enough house elves, but then she saw him, Mr. De Luca. Considering for a moment simply turning around and walking out of the door, the girl reconsidered and then made a pathetic attempt to start some sort of conversation without completely sounding like the worlds biggest douche. “Uh… hi.” Oh, Belle Archibald so failed. [[Eh. It's okay... not my favorite.]] |
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| + Antonio De Luca | Aug 30 2006, 10:30 PM Post #3 |
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As soon as the cool metal of the handle seeped through Antonio’s soft skin, the door seemed to open as though someone, or rather something was waiting for him just beyond the slightly elevated thresh hold. It was now that the boy’s seemingly natural jitters exalted themselves to a baseless extent, as the light momentarily blinded the boy who had been used to the dark and dreary hallway. Squinting his eyes in an attempt to block out the persisting light, the boy could feel a painful stinging at the back of his eyes, brought on by the light diffraction. The boy’s eyelids shut over his blue eyes tightly, his arms shooting out as they tried to feel for something to steady themselves, though all they succeeded in doing was flailing about wildly. The light continued in its attempt to penetrate the boy’s eyelids, as a slightly reddish tint overtook the little of what the boy could see, his slender hands quickly moving up to his face as his long fingers adamantly tried to rub the shock out of his crystalline blue eyes. After the initial panicked first moments Antonio’s eyes adjusted to the light difference, making the sudden stream of florescent lighting more bearable. Deciding that it would just be best to continue what he started before the cowardice got the better of him and he walked [or rather ran] back to his common room, the boy quickly hoisted one of his legs over the up heaved threshold, trying not to stumble and fall flat on his face in the process. Knowing the boy that was probably what was most likely to happen, however due to some miracle the boy managed it unscathed. It didn’t take long for the boy’s blue eyes to finally adjust completely to the lighting change once inside the massive kitchens, in fact it did it quite easily. Letting his eyes casually sweep the majestic room the boy’s blue eyes scrutinized the tables that were in his immediate vicinity, taking in the neat and sleek appeal as well as the Hogwarts crest that was stamped to each table. However before the boy could so much as venture in another step, half a dozen elves came out of no where, nearly attacking them with their beaming faces in an attempt to help him. Antonio shuffled slightly, feeling a strange blush creep up against his tan features for no apparent reason, seeing as the elves sudden movement would not have caused the average Hogwarts teenager to become remotely abashed. However, Mr. de Luca was by no means the average Hogwarts student at all. Feeling one of his slender hands move to his neck self consciously, the boy smiled slowly, lowering his eyes to the floor as he mumbled his apologies for disturbing the Hogwarts encrusted elves. Immediately the boy could feel the shift in the atmosphere around him as the elves exchanged confused looks. Knowing that they were only used to the occasional student wandering down to the abyss of the kitchens for a bedtime snack, or for refreshments to one of the parties that was bound to be happening in a common room, the boy felt the need to explain himself. Glancing around at the obviously concerned elves, the boy flashed a slightly abashed smile before explaining that he was simply inhabiting the kitchens to teach a friend a lesson. A friend. That was a strange word, one that Antonio never tossed around too lightly. However, it would have taken too much explaining to actually notify the elves of their brief but estranged knowledge of the other. As though on cue the small elves beamed again, before bowing so low that their noses nearly touched the ground, and departing into their respected corners instantly. His gaze once again shifting to the enormity of the room, the boy stuffed his hands into his pockets, the concern growing deeper in his mind. She wasn’t going to come. God, had he been so stupid to actually believe that? Sighing, the boy shuffled over to a small cooking table, when the realization hit him with full force. God, the boy could be so stupid. Shaking his head at his own ignorance, the boy summoned the nearest elf before asking for select ingredients. Before he could even finish his plea, a platter instantly zoomed towards him supported by twelve elves, the contents of what he asked for plainly laced out against the silver. As though a sanction of the invisible wind as soon as the elves had come they were gone. Sighing slightly the boy stepped near the sink, his velvety hands touching the smooth metal as he turned on the spray of water. Feeling the waterfall trickle across his hands, a sinking feeling rose in the pit of the boy’s stomach as he realized that he had probably made a fatal mistake. There was no way that the girl was coming. In fact he had been far too naive to even dream it possible. After all, she was... well she was Belle Archibald, one of the snake queens and he was Antonio De Luca, the quiet little Italian boy that was so introverted it was almost painful. He had been stupid to even think that it was a possibility. Sighing in deeply the boy turned off the jet of water, his slender fingers resting against the metal of the sink as he stood there for a couple of pained seconds, completely lost in thought. This....sucked. Releasing a deep sigh, the boy turned around, only to be face to face with a girl. Nearly yelping in fright the boy immediately stepped backwards quickly, banging into the sink that he had just been at. “Uh.... hi.” Oh Crap. He hadn’t actually expected her to come. Instantly the boy’s magnetic blue eyes shot to the girl’s face, taking in her rather beautiful appearance as he stood there, rather transfixed like he was some kind of an idiot. “Oh. I mean, um... hello,” he responded, the stutter in his voice pronouncing his Italian accent. Smooth. Standing there for a moment gripping the sink as though it was his life support, the boy’s mind finally started to overcome the shock of the girl actually showing up and kicked in. “I mean... um... I’m Antonio,” he began, nearly wincing as the English came out of his mouth rushed and unsteady. “Your probably being Belle, right?” He finished, hoping that his grammar was at least partially right. |
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| Belle Archibald | Aug 31 2006, 10:27 PM Post #4 |
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Sneaking away from a Slytherin party to go see your best friends crush so he could teach you how to cook sounded well, down right stupid. And maybe it was, because in all truths, Belle hadn’t the slightest clue why she was actually going through with meeting this Antonio De Luca for the first time in like – ever. First and foremost, he was a Gryffindor. It wasn’t often at all that Gryffindors and Slytherins even spoke more then three words to each other, especially if those three words were not in hex form, or even slightly insulting. It was just the way things worked in Hogwarts. House rivalry and all those things. There were like… unwritten rules or something on the matter. But, well, since when did Belle ever follow the rules? And the kid was a foreign exchanged student or something of the sort right? Well, it didn’t really matter. Chances were, no one was going to see them and their little lesson in cooking anyways, since most Slytherins were far below them, getting drunk, high, laid or whatever else they had chosen to do on such an occasion. Usually Belle would have fallen under one of those jobs, or even all three if she was in the mood. Or something. Most of the time it wasn’t even mood, it was like… in the moment, or just something you did if there was a little bit of chemistry in the air. You’d kill it by bedding them. It was like; it became some sort of sick routine. And while Belle didn’t mind being a stupid whore, the act did get old after doing it for so long. There was a lack of passion, and more so a lack of interest on the part of Belle. In fact, that was probably the main reason Belle found herself standing inside the kitchens of Hogwarts, instead of the snake den. Or maybe she was rebelling against the rebels. It was something stupid, that was obvious, but it still made her wonder just what it was that brought her there. Intrigue maybe? To actually meet the one that had caught a self-obsessive Slytherin slut down on their knees, just trying to talk to them. It worked didn’t it? There was no gain in this for her… was there? Standing in that kitchen had never been so awkward. Most of the time, Belle had come down here with one of her friends while one of them pigged out on fattening food just so they could feel better about something or another. Or once Belle had even found herself stumbling through the door while drunk or with a guy, but never stayed long on either visit. Yes, this was truly her first time in the kitchen for ulterior motives. Well, if you could really call it motives. She had herself at least convinced that she was coming for cooking lessons. The only reason that she even had to convince herself of that was because she was worried about what Julia would do if she found out about the meeting. That was the problem with Slytherin’s, nothing anyone did could have been for good enough reasons, or even doing something for the sake of others. It was like… something that never happened. Something ‘that the Hufflepuffs would do’ as Gemma would probably put it. The only two people in the world that knew about the meeting in the kitchen was between her and Antonio, that was assuming that he hadn’t explained to his friends that he was teaching a Slytherin how to make a dinner or something like that. Somehow, she doubted he would, but still, there was the little voice in the back of her head that wondered if he had told anyone. Knowing Hogwarts, if he had told anyone, then it wouldn’t take until the next day for Julia to be down her throat, screaming her lungs out. Or at least, that was what Belle pictured Julia to do, while she could have just… not cared. Maybe to her, Antonio was just another guy. If he was, Belle sort of felt sorry for the boy, because too many boys seemed to fall victim to the Slythersluts these days. “Oh. I mean, um... hello,” Crash. Well, maybe not going as far as crash, but when Belle had come up behind him, Antonio seemed to be startled, and who could blame him? Well, for sure Belle didn’t. I mean, if she had wanted to, she could have waited by the door, but oh no! Not Belle, she was just way too cool for that. Feeling her face flush when Antonio spoke, him staring at her as though she was some sort of alien from another world or something. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you heard me come in.” Belle confessed, because she had actually made a bit of noise, almost tripping over a broom and what not, but apparently he hadn’t. Feeling as though she was invading his personal space, Belle took a step back, before smiling awkwardly at him. “I mean... um... I’m Antonio,” Oh dear, here came the language barrier, Belle just knew it. Ignoring the fact that Antonio seemed to be completely shock and probably insanely embarrassed, she didn’t let the amusement cross her face, because well… that was just rude, and Antonio seemed like a real sweet heart, which meant that she wasn’t about to hassle him. “Nice to finally meet you Antonio.” Yep, so, there were no more ‘um’s in her speech, which meant that she was starting to get more comfortable in the situation. Didn’t take very long did it? As for introducing herself? Well, Belle would have, but she assumed with the way he was taking in her appearance, he had probably put those pieces of information together. Plus Gryffindors were smart right? Well, uh… yeah. Of course they were. It worked… “Your probably being Belle, right?” There it was the improper grammar. If it had been Julia, Belle probably would have corrected her with a tone of annoyance, but that was only because Julia had been speaking English for years more then Antonio. How did Belle know that? Well, she grew up with the girl, and while Belle knew several different languages, she had insisted on teaching Julia the ‘wonders of English’ or something like that. Because it was her first language and her best? Why yes, yes it was. But this wasn’t Julia, and this wasn’t an English lesson. Feeling slightly awkward in the silence that had started to make it’s way between their semi-abnormal conversation, Belle decided to try to lighten the mood. “Sì, sono.” Okay, so it was a whole three words. Two in Italian. So, she felt like a loser once again. Why was it that this only seemed to happen in the most uncomfortable situations? Oh yeah, because life was lame like that. “Dovremmo iniziare la lezione?” Okay, so Belle really hadn’t spoken Italian in a couple years, or months or something like that, but she was close right? It was like him speaking English. Or something. Other then the fact that Belle could pick up on her big mistakes. Smiling at Antonio, Belle turned towards the table where a bunch of things sat. “What are we making?” Oh damn, English again. “Um… I mean… uh…” And now, she couldn’t figure out what it was in Italian. While he knew what she was saying, it was ruining the whole point that she was trying to make him comfortable. “Spiacente…” Belle said, feeling her ears start to warm up. Since when was Belle ever embarrassed. Since now, apparently. [[the translators were giving me hell. you know you love them. and me of course]] |
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| + Antonio De Luca | Sep 1 2006, 06:46 PM Post #5 |
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It was often that the boy was overlooked as though he was part of the decor in a room. While the boy could be considered to be attractive, there was nothing stand out spectacular about him but his startling blue eyes. Even then, the boy usually kept those resolutely on the floor, only ever really blessing a few select people with the chance of actually gazing into them. Being a teenager it seemed only natural that the boy would find a way to express his personality through outwards appearances such as clothing and the like, seeing as half the students who resided at the enormous school used fashion as an excuse for them to put on the oddest sorts of things. That however, was not the case with Mister Antonio De Luca. Anytime that he actually attended classes he was in his uniform, not bothering to make any alterations to the previously set and uniform clothes. On the weekends and in his spare time, the boy simply donned regular clothing, most likely jeans and a t-shirt, nothing that would be enough to really attract anyone’s attention. That being said, it seemed ludicrous that a boy so seemingly hidden and plain would be associating with people that were so completely polar opposite for what he stood for. Before it had been Julia, who was infamously known for wearing skirts so short that they should be considered belts. Now he was meeting her best friend and supposed sister, who he was sure would be just like her. On the odd chance that anyone would see the two together, he was sure that they would think their eyes were deceiving them. It was almost illegal for a boy so representational of the token lion, and a girl who embodied everyone’s worst fear of the snake clan to actually be in the same room together. What was more, to be planning to actually talk to each other and engage with each other on a friendly level. God, what was the world coming too? . “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you heard me come in.” Logic would have made it so the boy had actually heard the girl coming in, but then again simple logic defied itself in most cases concerning Antonio. As was usual, the boy had probably been to buried in his own thoughts to even notice if there was a thunderstorm raging right in front of his blue eyes, something that he wasn’t proud of seeing as it usually made him an easy target to shock and surprise. Then again, the boy nearly always found some reason to be jumpy or in fright, even when he knew the person that he was talking too extremely well. Feeling his grip lessen on the metal of the sink, the boy tried to remind himself that it had actually been his idea to meet the girl, therefore it wasn’t exactly fair for him to be having second thoughts. Vaguely recognizing her as the girl who seemed to laugh every time Julia smacked his butt in the hall or tried very overtly to push herself up on him when he was leaning against a wall, for the first time Antonio realized that this must actually be Belle. “No, it’s okay,” he responded immediatly, trying to cover up for his mistake as his blue eyes momentarily lifted from their usual perch on the floor and took the girl in. She was short, not extremely short, but at least shorter than he was. His blue eyes lingered on her pale skin, imagining the contrast in his own tanned one. Snapping his eyes up to her own, the by momentarily held eye contact as he looked into the brown that was framed by the chocolate colored lashes. After a couple of second the boy remembered that it was his first time meating her, and he was probably staring at her way too hard, so instantly he lowered his eyes to the floor, a slight mahogany color making it’s way to his tanned cheeks. Great, what a time to blush. God, the boy really needed to work on that, but a part of him knew it was a hopeless case. After all, he seemed to just blush even when he was by himself. “Nice to finally meet you Antonio.” Why was it that he had to be such a blundering idiot when she was so calm and collected? Oh right, because he was Antonio de Luca and that was what he was known for. Being an idiot. A bumbling one at that. Sighing, the boy realized it would probably just be a lot easier for him and everyone else if he was shut in a small room and left to his own devices, seeing as his constant shyness and blushing only seemed to make things incredibly awkward. He had heard whispered rumors following him around the school when he walked about how incredibly adorable people found it to be, but he had to disagree. Although his brother was younger than him, the boy had always envied his ability to simply be a ladies man, to simply attract any kind of girl to his side instantly. Antonio to say the least, was much more reserved. Actually, he was more of the type to run very fast when a girl came anywhere near him, something that he used to actually do a lot in his younger years. Then people had merely thought it was just a phase and assured him he would grow out of it, but he had never fully done so. In fact, the boy had only worsened with time, though now he at least made a concious effort to remind his body not to run and stay put. Then he usually had the feeling as though his legs were some kind of lump of jelly, but that was beside the point. “Nice to meet you too,” he answered politely, realizing that he was allowing his mind to go off into a tangent unnecessarily. Giving her a slightly sheepish smile, the boy clenched his fists nervously in his pockets, wondering how awkward this was actually going to be. Then again there was the chance that Belle and him would actually get a long. Yeah, right. “Si sono. Dovremmo iniziare la lezione?” The powers of language were astounding. For one of the first times, the boy’s blue eyes snapped up from the floor as he could feel his shoulders relax, almost releasing a long kept in sigh. “Prego, dovremmo,” he continued, the words flowing out of his mouth with ease due to his Italian accent and heritage. The boy nearly raised an eyebrow at himself, realizing that with two simple words he was already starting to feel the most comfortable that he had all day. Lowering his eyes again, the boy stepped closer to her, one of his tanned arms pointing towards a table that already had some contents laid out on top of it, all neatly organized. Thank God for house elves. “What are we making? Um… I mean… uh…Spiacente…” It was nice of her to try and speak to him in Italian, but it was obvious by the light pink hue that appeared in her pale ears that the girl was more comfortable speaking English. Lightly touching her arm, Antonio’s eyes momentarily reached hers as he smiled apologetically. “Don’t worry about it,” he appologized, feeling slightly for an ass for making the girl feel insecure due to his own discomfort. Remembering himself the boy instantly dropped his arm, his gaze following it as he looked at the contents of the table, his fingers lightly drumming the smooth white counter. So yeah, it had seemed like a good idea when he had thought of it, but right now he felt rather dumb admitting it. “Pizza,” he grinned sheepishly, making sure to keep his eyes glued to the table as he picked up the dough that was on the counter, handing it to the girl. |
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