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[Colt Vince Sommer]

‘Auspicious’

That is what his horoscope said this morning when he skimmed off the first page of the Daily Prophet as he revelled in the cosy sensation the tea and the bread loafs stemmed on him, seated by the very verge of his seat with a magical newspaper he was holding in his hands. Wide open, from side to side, even when it was blank in essence, the sheets displayed whatever newspaper he could think of. Colt had acquired this instrument in the past, once he was ostracised in university, detached from the world and from any relation to it, as he could only muster whatever gossip crept to his ears for the knowledge of society and its upheavals and its denizens. All he could do was guessing when he couldn’t exactly know the news and the novel activities from the Wizarding world. A particular teacher found despair in his eyes and he talked through it to let him know about his unhinged notion; by the time he noticed, he was handling him a parchment sheet, neatly folded into a pack. A resolute expression replaced his grimace just when he could envision words filling up the empty pages by just wishing he could see an actual copy of the Daily Prophet. It was how he accrued of the instrument, which couldn’t let go off his hands by any means, as long as he was engaged with it, submerged into its substantial content.

It was 3 hours past dawn break when he was up for a smack of bread, tickling the tip of his tongue, just in remembrance he hadn’t had any pinch of food in quite a while. This itch kept pestering him whenever he could heed it, minding a prim feast for his hunger, which led him straight to ‘bon appétit’ a simple humble household which served meals from time to time and which he had grown fonder of, as he was acquaintance and even friends with the owner, and created some kind of warm relationship of costumer-owner thing. It was a custom to him to just scampering through the streets up the highs and lows until the very nook he considered sacred, even. Colton could enjoy the commodity of his cushioned seat as he just leafed through his magical newspaper, having some titbits of a fine English with the traditional French air. This could entice him reverently, as to lock him up into a magical trance where his hazing memories could actually add meaning to his monotonous and listless life. Having his brother confined in school left him pretty much isolated, to his own deems, but it was something he was slowly starting to put up with.

This debonair gentleman was sipping from the brim of his mug as he just noticed someone else a few tables away from him. This seemed odd, in gigantic proportions, just because he had known each and every one of the customers the place held, and the site was quite concealed as to be found, making the subject really suspicious to his glare. With a brows furrowing façade, the bloke made his best not to be conspicuous as he inspected the individual on the table, just capturing something more than such vanishing silhouette from what he could collect from the attire and the pose, just until he figured out it was a woman; and not precisely a woman, actually. Such elements coalesced averted him towards her very direction, just swerving him from his path, as he could nudge the chair backwards and stroll all the way between his place and her place, regarding a beautiful adolescent girl instead of a grown up lady. ‘What a mishap this is…’ he thought to himself, just as he had walked the distance to find himself at the very spot, fidgeting. ‘I should mention something before this turns weird…’

“Excuse me… I noticed you aren’t in joy of company… could I serve as a chatter mate, perhaps? …” his english notorious accent protruding from every word, ‘Or should I simply mind my own business and retreat’ he mused. What had initiated as a threating move, was now ushering him into a bashful course, unless of course, she wouldn’t feel stumped by it and simply followed the current his clumsy actions had flowed this into.


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beth ♥

[beth spencer']

All of her efforts had not been in vain. A brilliant smile curled on her lips as her grey eyes turned on the streets of Rue de Paradis. Being pure-blood she had always known of the place and had on a few occasions made the excursion to the wizarding streets of France with her mother and she’d heard of the place in great detail – her older brother Joshua being the owner of its own Courte en Liberté. Her time here in Paris had been short, but already she had spent all of her waking hours housed in the auditorium, fingers gliding artfully across the ivory keys filling the room with soft melodies. Already she was far happier in Beauxbaton’s than she had been in Hogwarts. It wasn’t to say she hadn’t enjoyed her time there; it was just that Beth knew she belonged here. She’d convinced her parents that this place would be more accepting of her artistic talents and she hadn’t been wrong, besides she wasn’t so far from her brother, whom she’d come to miss dearly ever since he’d graduated the school.

It was her eagerness to see him that had drawn her from the common room. She rolled her eyes, knowing that if she did manage to find her way to him he would likely admonish her for sneaking off from the palace, though in the end she knew he’d ultimately give in wrapping her closely in his arms. It had been too much to resist when she’d heard some fellow Cossu’s speaking of some portkey which lead to the wizarding streets of Paris. She’d barely given it a second thought, quickly dressing and running a comb through the tangles of her long auburn hair before disappearing for the common room. Being fairly new to the palace it had taken her some time to find the painting in question, she’d even managed to stumble upon some of her classrooms along the way. She must have looked quite the curious wanderer, her eyes searching every painting for the carriage drawn by white winged horses as she roamed the Palace corridors. It was just as the boy in the house had described it, worn and seemingly antique in its age.

Eyes looming on the streets she decided the search had been well worth it. Spring was looming in the city streets, shading the cobblestoned road with clouds of green. It reminded her so much of being home. She’d come to Rue de Paradis with the sole purpose of searching out her brother, but now that she was here Beth was finding herself singularly distracted. Every open window was appealing, drawing in a slow passerby as she pondered over the items in the shop – each time stopping wondering if she should enter. She did stop in one shop, taking her time to admire all the quidditch gear as the sport was a longtime favorite of hers. She found herself wondering if there were any positions open on the team as her fingers carefully trailed the length of a new firebolt, readily on display. Otherwise, Beth found herself mainly impartial, merely offering shops passing glances as she traversed the city streets. Her feet lead her in no particular destination, because she realized for all of Joshua’s talk of Courte en Liberté, she had no idea of where it might be located.

She found her attention drawn once more by a little nook of a shop, the scent of fresh baked bread wafting in the passing of an open doorway. She’d not been hungry when she’d left Beauxbaton’s but the scent was particularly delightful and her stomach was all but growling in anticipation. Offering a curt smile she turned into the little shop, the sign above the door reading bon appetit . She settled comfortably into a cushioned seat near the window, noticing the shop itself was brimming with guests all alive with chatter or with noses buried into a book or paper of sorts. It was not long before she too was absorbed into the small little nook, mug of tea in hand as her eyes trailed the individuals who passed by the shop, barely noticing its presence at all.

Her attention was drawn from the window, when the slight of an English accent interrupted her thoughts. Turning her attention, she was surprised to find a handsome gentleman situated at the end of her table, fidgeting slightly – the only proof of him having spoken only moments before. Pushing her auburn locks back behind her shoulder she offered him a smile, barely giving it a moment’s thought before beckoning him to take a seat. Of course, I could never deny proper company. she spoke. I’ve not had any all day, it’ll be nice for a changeand it would be perfectly improper to say no. She said happily, settling farther back into her seat before again sipping from her mug, wandering what had drawn the kind stranger to her table.

[Colt Vince Sommer]

From all the ornery and despicable people roaming freely through the surroundings, it was nice to target a fair lady with distinction, as to not be rude enough to deny such hesitant and completely rash offering. Colton was partially sceptical when it came to strangers and their meanders, as it was quite easy to deceive the poor sucker, and take him out of his normal straying path, as to evoke darts of scorn, even, not always but quite occasionally, whenever the suit couldn’t fit the mould (as a reference for saying a pretty face wasn’t all that delightful with a gory mentality to match), forcing him to frown and to walk away, as with no intentions for halting his withdrawal. Such people’s handicap of interacting with another individual could drive him livid, as to bubble his stomach into a boiling, scorching point. Nonetheless, thus was not the occasion to merit such hostile treat upon the subject, as she was immersed into a zone he could call mild and agreeable. Her eyes, glinting with a delicate hint of kindness, replete of something he could acknowledge as sincerity, where no trace of doubt could be found and where no ounce of evil could be seen – this was bizarre to him, in almost every possible way, rendering absolutely perplex until such demeanour, which had to be faked, if something.

Plunking his devious thoughts aside, he opted for trusting, as to let her guide him into a noble realm where generosity and nobleness could linger apart from the outsights. “Ehm…” that was all his foolish mind could scrap from the words that hovered inside his head, shifting the course of his opinionated behaviour as to adapt a docile and meek posture (neglecting the odds), flooding himself with traces of uncertainty, reflected upon his features as an arched brow accompanied a mid-open mouth – when someone is left speechless. “You mustn’t be French…” he deducted, firstly, as to not let any possibility to anything else, perhaps just trying to unclog his muddling thoughts for a change. This was so typical on him, to just speak his mind through words, uttering whatever codswallop leaked through it, babbling nonsense as the blithering twerp he was. “I… I- I… I’m sorry, it’s not what I meant…” he closed his lids shut and shook his head slightly, calling back all sense to himself. “What I really meant is that… you are the nicest person I’ve had the pleasure to stumble upon with…” he paused, his lips still gaping, as to let air pass, or perhaps the necessary oxygen for his brain to function properly. Suddenly he was sieged, without chances for escaping – although if there were some, he wouldn’t take them.

Granting a grin, Colt was reluctant to admit it to himself, but she was worth of the company he had unwillingly extended towards her, when his actual intentions were bothering and upsetting whoever was taking that seat. Paranoid as he was, he could link suspicious characters with some hooligan after himself, as in purpose of looting him. “Please… mind not my stupidity, as it’s tend to meddle with my actions longer than I should have permitted it” in case she was French, he was sparing an apology that he could unfold if requested. He could falter for a whit or two from the fact that she wouldn’t like having him accompanying her anymore, after such jesting which wasn’t practically working on his favour, at all. This conversation wasn’t something he had engineered outstandingly. Nevertheless, he deemed it wise to just sit down and hope for the events to vanish, and leave no trace from her memory, as to start off with a brand new commence.

The Charms professor grasped the back of the chair as he pushed it lightly, making it back slowly so he could slip beneath the table and onto the seat, stowing his parchment folded sheets aside, as he was there in the humble mission of conversing, and he wouldn’t be rude, hindering the communication with a distraction (like the object below). However, his steaming tea was still resting at the other table, causing his eyes to rove into its direction and summon it to his very position, making it float all the way until it was sat before himself and the pretty girl in front of him. “Where are my manners!... Colton Vincent Sommer at your service…” he nodded whilst displaying a smile, as the verbal jetsam and flotsam slowly structured itself into a decent sentence. The moment he finished the phrase, his lips curved into a wide open grin, as to compensate all the happenings and to reap atonement, possibly.

“Forgive my clumsy self… it’s just rare that someone actually accepts the invitation from a stranger, without wavering, or without a second call… that’s all” he lowered his sight, slightly preoccupied of what she could reckon about him and his absolutely mental state. “Like… if I was trustworthy” the smile didn’t erase, but grew bigger, tinging with gratitude here and there. Colton wasn’t accustomed to people agreeing on anything concerning himself, and this felt quite different, in a good way.


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beth ♥

[beth spencer']

The gentleman’s appearance at the edge of her table had drawn her from her silent reveries. She had settled easily into her solitude, charcoal-colored mug situated firmly between the palms of her hands, watching an assortment of people just outside her window. Considering that she wasn’t constricted by time constraints, the eager anticipation to find her brother had mulled when she’d stepped into bon apetit. It had not been her original destination, nor had she planned it to be her last. She had merely settled into a comfortable lull, enjoying the soft melodies playing beneath the buzz of constant conversation. Often times Beth found herself easily distracted, but she found that she didn’t like to rush things when she was enjoying her surroundings. She had contemplated leaving and seeking out her brother – though she was still not entirely sure of Courte en Liberte’s whereabouts or furthermore if Joshua would even be present. Instead, she had chosen to stay and enjoy her current setting. Sipping occasionally from her tea and nibbling slowly at bits of sweet pastries. She’d always been a firm believer in enjoying life as you met it and that had been precisely what she’d been doing – creating narratives for the passerbys in the street.

Again, though this gentleman – whom she received more as a gentleman than that of a boy if only for the seemingly intelligent spark in his eyes – had distracted her once more, this time around with his sudden presence. A smile flickered on her lips as she rested her mug on the table, raising a curious eyebrow as he seemingly struggled to find words to fit into the looming silence. While others might have admonished such behavior or felt similarly uncomfortable in the stretch of awkward silence, Beth merely found herself intrigued – immediately choosing to ponder over his lapse in speech. She did not speak to direct the conversation, merely waited till his words finally surfaced on a passing breath. Beth barely managed to stifle a laugh, lifting a hand to her lips after the words tumbled out into the space between them. She couldn’t say as though as she was entirely sure she gauged the meaning behind his words, but she had a fair idea and she did not feel offended by any means. While the comment might have implications which might have offended her, the nature of his speech had her under the impression that he was having difficulty situating words with what he actually meant, which was backed by his succeeding statements. While I’m flattered… She said, speaking for the first time since her simple acceptance of his company. You may be surprised to know that I’m indeed French. Her words were light and encased in laughter so as not to lead him to believe she had been offended by his words. Believe it or not, there are a few of us who lack such an attitude, but then again I could be biased. She said winking slightly. You though, I can properly assume are not French?

Beth found her eyes drawn to the gracious curve of his lips, appreciating his smile and the fact that it had come from their admissible conversation. No need for apologies. She admonished with a simple wave of her hand. You’re not the first to be quick in your assumptions. We’re likely best off if I just keep mine locked away in this brain of mine… I seem to have a terrible judge of character. She said, instantly regretting. Well not a bad judge. See now I’ve gone and done it. My brother always says I’m too quickly accepting, but I rightly believe most everyone has redeeming qualities. Might as well give them enough time to let them shine through. She added quickly. Joshua often seemed to worry over her and the people she interacted with, because she was so eager to accept new company. He seemed t have this idea that she offered her love to willingly, though Beth knew that they both thought of the term from two entirely different perspectives. I guess my point was, I don’t feel as it could even be acknowledged as stupidity. Her speech had faltered somewhere along his own, but looking up to his eyes she didn’t feel uncomfortable with the way the words had settled.


She was glad to see him reach for the chair, slowly grating it across the floor only to settle into the seat beside her. Her once empty table now offered a respite from solitude with the added company. Beth had not been unaware of his features before, but now that he was sitting here beside her, eyes level with her own she was strictly aware of just how handsome he was. The thought brought a smile to her features. She felt more secure in his company if only for the fact that one so handsome, who ought to be so self-assured had clearly stumbled over an introduction. He wasn’t flawed; it just made him more intriguing. Beth watched as he tucked the paper away, his gaze turning back to the table where he’d abandoned his drink. With impressing ease, he brought the cup gliding carefully to his newly situated table. She said nothing, but merely watched in appreciation. She loved charms and while she excelled in the subject he made the act seem so effortless – for that she envied him. Manners seemed to have escaped us both. I must say it is a pleasure to meet you Colton. Beth laughed, offering her hand in a curt gesture. I suppose this is where I rightfully offer my name in return. The name is Beth. Beth Nicolette Spencer.

Well consider me one of the few. She nodded delicately. Beth found it hard to decline an open invitation. She was often drawn by adventure and her sense of curiosity, so it didn’t seem proper to decline. I suppose such a thought should have crossed my mind. She admitted, a shrug easing its way onto her shoulder, causing her hair to waterfall in layers over her back. Though it leads me to wander if you had entertained the idea that I might have such negative traits as well, or did that forsake your mind when you approached my table? She asked playfully.

[Colt Vince Sommer]

Scooting towards the table, his actions didn’t prove to be as stiff and abnormal as they usually would, just by plainly testing his abilities to start a conversation randomly. This was nothing like Colton at all, as he could admit that never occurred to him that such odds could work in his favour. This was the very first time he actually addressed a stranger, instead of being otherwise, the stranger addressing him in order to attain some vital information about him, just as his days as a player were left behind him, buried in the past as to even forget all the tricks and the skills needed to conquer whoever he wished for. Colton had advanced in the chain of power, as to lose his revelry spirit and tame himself for basking in the tranquillity of a dulled livelihood shackled to a perhaps monotonous and colourless lifestyle. Never being the case in such circumstances, he had made up his mind as to never get back to what he had been, because the time had passed and he had done anything according to his whims to let the thrill of it just faded away, still his life wasn’t as listless as a normal adult life, not just yet. Colt could still wallow in his piquant taste, strolling by the Lake’s shore whenever he could, or simply by having an appealing lecture somewhere he could think of an irenic niche. Whatever the situation was, he was pretty much still young and full of life and energy to waste away. However, this was a perfect chance to demonstrate to himself he wasn’t as aged as many could think he was.

Colt’s brain couldn’t be helped, just as all the words and adjectives that could be linked or associated to the French people just hedged him, a raid of judgements and alien opinions that were edging him towards a slightly biased verdict. He was generalising without reason, as to establish all sorts of denizens from the French region where brash, haughty, didn’t shower and think of themselves as unique pieces of gold. Nevertheless, this wasn’t only goaded by people’s gossip but by his own experience as well. In a town rile with waffling tossers, it was easy to be instilled with negative thoughts and unfounded judging. Even when Colton crossed his fingers, inwardly, hoping for her to not to be related with French people, she turned out to be one, and that solely could mean he owed her an apology summarily. Watching carefully through the good signs, such as the contained laughter and the fact she didn’t seem upset, he could assume she wasn’t offended by any of his comments, and that was instant relief. The last thing he wanted was to deplete his chances to appear good, even as to a complete new person - albeit, he wouldn’t be cowed by it either.

He couldn’t help to cover his mouth from helping himself from laughing as well, just as he could see what his muddling comments could provoke on people, as she was beginning to speak, a little, almost like him. Stuttering? Stammering, perhaps, but not quite it, as it was more of a jumbled construction of words that still held a meaning to him, just because adapting to speed talking, he could pretty much comprehend others in the exact same way he could sort of fathom his own. “I truly believe that what you say it’s true… you can meet different kinds of people, with distinct points of view, varied education… or lack of it, for that matter… and everything about the impression of that person can change in an instant, with a simple phrase… a simple noun… with anything” it escaped him as he clicked his fingers with the last sentence, just by mere impulse, as he couldn’t control himself when it came to share ideas and nurture himself from alien conceptions. Colton didn’t base his innuendos in anyone’s guesses, but on substantial founded information that he had somehow harboured throughout years of sleuthing. “Stupidity or not… this quirk of mine has dragged me into trouble on varied occasions… I could count them” he laughed as his voice cracked because of it, rolling his eyes to himself as he just attempted to remain as calm and collected as he could.

Colt wasn’t someone who could just easily extend his hand to shake for someone, but the way in which she had simply offered so generously to him; something he couldn’t ignore so easily. Colton hoisted his own hand and shook it momentarily with hers, just as their gazes met and he could really contemplate the emerald orbs that seemed to be planted upon her factions. Colt wasn’t blind, as to not note such beautiful features framed by that sleek hair that cascaded all the way down on her shoulders. ‘Wow…’ he mulled over, staring at her in a way could make her uncomfortable if she realized of it. “Has someone ever told you, you’ve got a pair or beautiful eyes, Beth? … I’m sorry for barely noticing it, and… Beth is a really pretty name… magical, I dare to say so” something close to a goofy smile threatened to show, so Colt did his best to restrain himself immediately, doing whatever in his hands to help the inner churning he was somehow experiencing. “ Please don’t take it wrong… I’m just admiring your natural beauty” Always opening his mouth before thinking of the draw-backs, and the brash idiot he was. This almost looked as if this was some sort of challenge for him to remain on the table for the longest he could – something he wasn’t achieving, or aiding himself with by talking nonsense.

Colt just listened carefully to everything she had to say before downing his head a little and letting out a brief laugh, “You don’t know what to expect from people anymore… so I guess I was just following my instinct when I decided coming…” he nibbled on his lip for a bit before speaking once more “I am a daily costumer here… I always consume at least a meal on my own… you should come at night as well… they serve the best supper I’ve ever tasted…” his fingers cupped as in an exquisite gesture, but then he realized he was just rambling (as usual), and cleared his throat before regaining composure and poise, “Well… I acquaint all people here, and I didn’t recognise you, so I couldn’t picture you amongst the familiar faces, so I guess curiosity just drew me right into you… here” he shrugged and laughed again, as that was the best explanation he could concede to her.

Past the moment they were both settled, he felt comfortable enough to reply to her first question, as if he was French or not, and surprisingly, they shared the same nationality without awareness, barring the fact he considered himself an outsider now. “See… it’s quite whimsical, because I’m actually French as well… but I grew fonder of british traditions and customs and without noticing it, I had become one of them… It’s perhaps because of the fact that I attended Hogwarts for, practically my whole education… ” he just began cooing, as he could depict it was how she saw it from her very position, just a clacking rooster trying to make himself clear, “As in reference of your inquiry about my provenance”


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beth ♥

[beth spencer']

Colton Vince Sommer, was his name, and really all she knew of this otherwise handsome stranger. Beth found that a game she’d focused on so many other passing individuals just moments before had taken a sudden turn focusing a distinctive interest in just one individual – this man scooting his chair closer to the edge of her table. Letting her eyes pass over him, she couldn’t help but to wonder at the story which was hidden behind hi closed lips. She knew next to nothing about him, but something in the glint of his eyes told her he was intelligent – perhaps he was a scholar of sorts. The gentle lull of an English accent lead her to believe he wasn’t from France, or if he was it had been some time since he’d been here for any extended length of time. She’d a keen sense of curiosity and Colton’s handsomely chiseled face was no exception. She was extremely curious about the man asked permission to take a seat as a companion. Thinking in scope was not one of her strengths and often she fashioned whimsical tales from the strangers she only had the chance to briefly examine. Already she was tying together threads of his personality nervous yet not reluctant. Handsome, yet not overly confident. Intelligent, yet not haughty. Beth was sure she could create a lovely fiction for the man, but the longer she was in his presence the more she wanted to hear his story as opposed to finding contentment in a fictional one. As always her curiosities overwhelmed her.

She wondered too, his associations with the French. She had not been perturbed by his words, but it seemed that he had generalized them at the very least. She knew from her time at Hogwarts that there was always generalization, but she’d never paid it much mind. She’d made friends well enough, but there had been times when a few of the students had thought her pretentious. Beth wasn’t truly pretentious, she had just been seeking more. She had wanted to room to express her artistry and not have it taken for granted. Piano was her first love. Beth had been enraptured with the instrument since the first time she’d heard her mother play. It had never occurred to think of such a thing as pretentious, though she could see how it might be construed as so, but she never saw the negativity in thinks – not before she had explored all the positives. She was glad to see him smile, making an effort to contain his own laughter at her remarks and further glad to see that he’d been able to interpret meaning from her distracted words.

Ezactly. She agreed pointedly, emphasizing her excitement as she rose a little in her seat, hand coming into contact with the table. Laughing she turned gaze on Colton, shrugging her shoulders in what she could only consider a half apology. She wasn’t truly sorry; she just knew she had a tendency to get overly excited. For instance… she started, leaning further across the table, her finger directing itself to the place he’d been sitting only mere moments ago. What if you’d never left that table and we’d only shared passing glances. She acknowledged. Who knows if we’d have even given each other a moments notice? I might have passed you off as quiet or possibly even subdued, but that all changed within a moment when instead I found you here fumbling at the end of my table. She joked, but it was true. Now how could I possibly categorize you as either of those two things? She said smiling settling back into her chair, glad to have the opportunity to have such a sudden change of impression. Well at least it has brought you no trouble this time around…. Unless you end of finding me terribly annoying or something. She admonished with a shrug, But if you can still count the occasions then you’ve no need to worry.

Beth found herself edging closer to the rim of her seat as Colton extended his hand to meet her own. Not one familiar with formal introductions it felt odd, but not uncomfortable – his grip strong and confident. More casual in her introductions Beth would usually greet someone with a hug or some other simple manner, but she doubted it would be appropriate here in the small shop hidden within the streets of Rue de Paradis. Though when their hands made the brief appropriate contact, her soft eyes rose to meet his own, which she found to be watching her intently. She smiled shyly as she pulled her hand away. Well if they haven’t before, it’s been done now. She said slyly, watching him as she again settled her hand around the charcoal- grey of her mug. Though I’m not so sure I’d go as far to call my name magical. It’s simple really She replied, she had no distaste for her name, but she doubted it was magical as anything else. I find your name much more intriguing. She offered. She nodded her head as he spoke again I won’t, truly. She said in brief acknowledgement, not wanting to cause either of them to feel discomfort. Uncannily she didn’t feel uncomfortable beneath his gaze, compliments ready on his lip. I appreciate it and it allows me to be so bold as to recognize how handsome you are.

I’m glad your instinct brought you here… rather than elsewhere that is. She said genuinely, taking a hesitant sip from her tea. I find you to be quite the interesting individual mister Sommer. She noted, picking absently at bits of left over pastry a smile planted firmly on her lips. Though if you truly are a regular here you really ought to direct me in what to order. I’m still starved and particularly indecisive. So tell me Colton what would you recommend? It was a hasty turn in conversation, but not one that was withdrawn. If anything it would allow her more time to converse, delving into the enigma of his personality. I’ll be a proud new customer. She said delightedly, nodding her head as she turned

See and even I’m wrong in my assumption. She said simply, realizing her impartial of his accent while albeit not wrong had also not been totally correct. His words only proved to confirm an early point, he was well schooled at Hogwarts. She’d spent time there too, but she’d a feeling there had been some difference in age. Why such a fondness for the British? Beth queried.

[Colt Vince Sommer]

Wispy chatter they shared, or at least that was all he could think of by the exact point where she didn’t turn him off and thrust him meter away with some hideous retorting. It still seemed eerie that the girl was such amiable to him without even knowing a thing about him, but he couldn’t pay less attention to it than he did to his dignity thence. In other words, he couldn’t give a toss about it, really. For the most enthralling the conversation would be, retaining his interest was something that wasn’t particularly easy when it came to him; what others could consider a cinch, on this peculiar individual could mean hours of wiggling stuff before him so he could barely care. To be absolutely, and brutally honest, Colton’s attention shifted quickly, as to move from A to C without thinking of it. In a moment of frankness to himself, it took him longer than any regular person to read, as he had this Attention Deficit to front whilst he was young. Little by little, he could learn to be more apprehensive and to focus on the objects, details and overalls, just to step away from whimpers and tantrums for having problems to concentrate – something he used to be prone to do; as he was bound to whine and squeal whenever something didn’t fit his plans.

Girding himself for what was to come, the fellow just remained tranquil and serene, even subsided, perfectly balanced after cleansing his mind by pouring everything he wanted and had to utter. Once her excitement forced her slightly away from her seat on something he could catalogue as a small leap, he couldn’t do else but emulating her actions, just a bit, as his eyes rounded like plates and his features acquired the appearance of utter comprehension, as when someone understands you fully enough. The fact they concurred on a simple idea was epic, and praiseworthy, just as he could number the persons whom he shared points of view – she could now be included amongst. The people he haggled with were countless, beyond conceiving the chances of changing their stubborn minds, or his for that matter. Attentively, Colt hearkened at every single word protruding from her soft lips. It came easier when there was nothing to be upped in dispute. Concluding with her statement, Colton’s eyes flickered, aiming a shifting look through the window panes, flooded with a thoughtful expression. If such thing happened, he would have regretted not nearing the table and having a seat as he had done, and then, fate interceded in his favour, he could reckon.
“Well… I could hoist me on a level to describe me as a courteous man, but… I’ve known a few ladies that had succumbed to the idea of depicting me as a scoundrel … which I’ve earned through my repute, as I believe my repute precedes me” Responding to her question, it was easy to diverge into different perspectives, just from different perceptions from a wide range, from a sample. As if proposed to a scientific method, by the laws of probability and statistics, he would be found attractively chivalrous in the majority of the cases, though he would still exist as a lewd character for some.

“Just a smidge… but nothing that can’t be tolerated” the man lifted his hand and pretended to be grasping a small object with his fingers, just as he mention it, referring to if he would put her as annoying. Beth was more than distant from being annoying, irritating, vexing or anything of the sort, as he could avow she was someone really mild and easy to get along with. “In case it could be misunderstood, annoying would be the very last adjective to personify you… As I would tip more into cheerful… flamboyant… in personality, of course… as I can envision a glowing colourful aura around you as you speak” once more, his countenance lit up with a smile, letting a row of teeth to show. “Hardly annoying… or dull, even” He was merely teasing her, in a way he trusted harmless, as his intentions never were to hurt her at any possible way. The manner in which he had said it, and the banter, his witty comments mind could contrive, they all aimed to nothing specifically, but mutual fun. And he couldn’t live with himself if it was taken otherwise. Letting all the fun ended because of a blunder; nothing to awe at when it came to his bloke.

Luckily, this time for him, his hands weren’t drenched in sweat as they would normally do. Not because he was nervous or anything, more biased to his transpiring glands and the abundant flow they emitted because of no sensible reason at all. Colton had learnt to disguise it, just slightly, wiping his palms when needed and avoiding physical contact between bare hands, but it was inevitable that some occasions slipped from his might. His sheepish side would wax under such circumstance, but it was fortunate for him that he had shunned it just impeccably. Even when he didn’t intend for it, his grip was tight and firm, just as if shaking his bosses’ hands instead, but he had adapted to just do it all along, for not permitting a change on his stern gripping. He hoped for her to ditch his comment about her aspect, as he hadn’t dedicate time for pondering before gagging like a fish beneath sea, just opening his mouth absentmindedly. As it budged, he couldn’t do anything but letting himself open to the consequences of his moves. Not being the dandiest way of expressing it, the foolish bloke had let his mouth erupted, at once. “You find mine… intriguing?... how so?” Whenever you get too accustomed to something, you can forget how uncommon it is, just because it seems nothing-special to you anymore, and that was perhaps what was behind his static stance. Colton downed his head once more before bursting into a gentle, yet a bit noisy laughter whit, just as he levelled his eyes to hers. “It’s the Sommers’ doom… we can’t certainly know what they are after…” he drawled aloud, “I’m an inveterate believer that book covers expose nothing of their contents… And once we sear and wither, we see our true selves reflected” he stated, without need of further explanation. A face is a face, and even when it could seem alluring, it’s nothing but a mirage. “However… it’s good to acknowledge someone’s beauty along with someone’s virtues… I should thank you for bloating my ego” he grinned at her, he was aware that she found him attractive, and that was sufficient to him.

“I can ramble on the matter for hours… but it has to do chiefly with the accent… and the culture… because their food isn’t something I can be quite fond of… honestly” he summed up, ending up with what he could call the gist of it, as for the most admirer he could be of food, english meals didn’t figure within his favourite plates. “But I don’t blame you… some flout me because of the accent… as I’m French… not english, but…” he shrugged lightly “ I guess I can’t help myself”

Gorging and stuffing himself with food was a fascination of his, as a penchant difficult to resist, and with the plates they served there, it was an impossible task to stand back before the delicacies presented to him - known as a regular on the site withheld important privileges as to have special dishes served for him only, or saved up desserts that he loved. Colton let himself wonder on the banquet he was already figuring in his reverie. “Still hungry? … well… it’s still early… and I actually ordered something already” he leant back on his seat as a floating plate landed with a thump upon the table. Even when ambidextrous, the owners had their issues by tending people, and sometimes they had problems with the simplest of charms, such as wingardium leviosa. A yellow tortilla enclosing a variety of cold meats clustered into a beautifully carved irregular mass, rested on his plate, exuding a scent that filled the air in no time, which could only push her to think of more food instead of satiating her appetite. “Fancy a bite?... we can dunk into the flavour and savoury meal as we speak” The bloke drew his wand outside of his pockets and patted the edge of the porcelain just twice for it to duplicate. Without hesitation, he simply clasped the clone with a hand and stowed it close to himself as he placed the original one in front of the lady, wary of not tumbling anything down in the process.

“Trust me… you’ll love it”


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beth ♥

[beth spencer']

Her plans had been averted time and time again. Beth had started the day with one singular goal, that goal having been to unpack and order her dormitory. Yet, she’d never found her way to the common room, instead following bits of intrigue. First the auditorium had stolen her attention. She’d stood memorized in the great hall for some time before she’d even approached the grand piano, for she was unable to resist the lull of the melodies which flowed from beneath her fingertips. She had stayed there for some time, simply playing and listening. Beth could have stayed there for hours on end, but she had known that at some point she needed to unpack and ready all of her supplies for classes as she was due to start the following day. But then again, in the hallways she’d overheard the passing conversation of some hushed strangers, talking of some hidden port key which led into the streets of Rue de Paradis, once more pulling her mind from the importance of the task before here. Even now that she’d found her way into the streets of Paris, she found that she’d diverted from her path once more. Her thoughts of finding Courte en Liberte, her brother’s club, lost somewhere back in the dark corners of her mind. Yet, here in Colton’s presence for the first time today she wasn’t finding her attention pulled in any other direction. There was no passing conversation which sought her attention, no pressing matter or place to be. In fact, there was little else that she was thinking of. The still kind stranger at the end of the table had captured her full attention and she hadn’t even realized it.

In her excitement she was finding herself completely enamored with his speech. She had her mother’s kind soul which would lead her to accept conversation from any passing stranger, but she also had the insatiable need to fill her curiosities which kept her talking for a great deal longer than most of her family would have ventured. Beth always found herself intrigued when in the presence of new company and it was not often that she ever shied away from it. Most people were shy and tense in the presence of an individual they did not know, but that had never been the case. Even as a child she had spoken to anybody who would give her the time of day, it might have troubled her parents more had they not always been surrounded by people of such good natures. Her home had been a joyful one as had all the company which had surrounded it. When her parents had hosted parties she’d not simply listened as most of the children but sought to have a place in the conversation, asking questions. When she was younger people had thought it to be darling, now that she was older Beth was sure that her brother saw it as reason for concern – only because he was so invested in her protection. She never really understood Joshua in that sense. He was worried that she offered her love too eagerly, but she’d never seen it in much the same manner. She knew what she enjoyed and it was always a pleasure to seek it out in others. It was merely finding joy in life. How could one ever know how to be happy if they weren’t continuously seeking such things out? She didn’t have an idea of what would make her happy, not like her parents, or Joshua for that matter. He had it all planned in his head, this great fairy tale love, but that type of love didn’t exist, not to her. It seemed fickle to her.

While she’d not noticed Colton alone in his booth, as her eyes had been otherwise been distracted by passing crowds in the city streets she was glad that he’d found a way to her booth, and managed to piece together an introduction. Otherwise he would have just been another lonely stranger sitting in a far way booth in this little corner shop of Paris. Now though, she was finding Colton to have similar interests to her own and was finding herself excited by way of their conversation. Though she was one who others might have considered to get excited often, it did not make this event any less noteworthy. Right now she could have been sitting in her dorm room, alone sorting through the stacks of her trunk, but instead she was making company with this handsome gentleman who had amiably enough found his way to her table. Her eyes sought his as he spoke, not finding herself particularly surprised when he mentioned that he might have described himself as a courteous man, he had after all been courteous enough in the lengths of their conversation. She raised an eyebrow slightly in surprise as he continued, surprised to have heard him mention such a thing. It wasn’t as though she would dislike him for a such a thing, but often people weren’t so revealing. Well one’s reputation often precedes them. She stated thinking back to his earlier comment on the French. It really didn’t matter what you were like most of the time, people formed their judgments. But who knows you might be a proper scoundrel, running around breaking hearts. How could I possibly be sure? Beth teased, a smile forming on her soft lips as she winked in his direction. He didn’t really seem to be the type, but she didn’t truly know him so she couldn’t properly judge and she found it mattered little. What did matter was that she was finding enjoyment in his company. Though I must say it wouldn’t have been my initial read of your behavior.


Well Colton, I’m appalled. She said her voice coated in mockery as he lifted his hand, stating her only to be a smidgen annoying. Letting her hand fall from her mug she brought it to her lips, feigning shock at the very notion. She highly doubted that were the case, otherwise he wouldn’t have stayed here at her table for so long, words readily accompanying his presence. Though if that be the case then I daresay you must leave the table, for I would hate to bore you any further. She rested her elbows on the table, her head laying gently across her hands as she watched him. As a thin strand of her auburn locks fell into her field of vision she pushed it back behind her ear, never once letting her gaze falter. I knew it wasn’t the case. She said suddenly with a brilliant smile, when he admitted her to be anything but boring in nature. She’d thought so all along, but it felt good to hear him say it none the less. Beth prided herself in being an adventurous soul and while it did not do justice in others eyes, she severely liked pleasing people – particularly those which she found to be interesting. I was worried that you might wander off and leave me sitting here alone, in which case I’d have to go find some other individual to bother. Though I’m glad I haven’t bored you away from my table, because I find you similarly intriguing


It was comforting, her hand in his own, even if for the briefest moment. She couldn’t help, but to smile shyly as she placed her hand on her leg back beneath the table, basking in his compliments. You question your own name, yet find Beth magical? She questioned him as though the question answered itself. Beth is such a common name, not that it draws from its simplistic beauty or anything, but it certainly isn’t uncommon. She answered her name across the table with her fingertips. I’ve never hear the name Colton though. I quite like it, it’s rather unique. Unique was something she’d always been drawn to, it was those traits that really set people apart and gave a true glimpse of their personality. She found her attention drawn to his again as a gentle laughter escaped his lips, she found she rather liked the sound. And why should it be considered doom? Beth asked curiously, as she never thought much of anything lead to doom. Though I must agree, a book tells you little of its contents. Always admiring book covers she had learned that they did not always speak for the works inside of them. Sometimes the dullest covers contain the most brilliant stories. She noted, still tracing her fingers along the table top, not quite meeting his eyes. Perhaps you’re one of the few who is both, beautiful cover and story. I suppose I shall figure it out in due time. She said playfully, letting her eyes come back to his again. But don’t let that ego get too inflated… I wouldn’t know what to do should you start floating away. I don’t think there is a spell for that.

I see. I was never particularly fond of England. She stated, before rushing to complete her thought. It’s not that I don’t like the culture or anything. I’ve always just felt more at home here. I schooled at Hogwarts for a time, but it just didn’t feel right. Besides my family is here and they are more important than anything else. It was true, she had no distaste for England, it just was not home like France was. Though I do say the accent suits you. I can’t imagine you otherwise. Imagining him with a French accent, brought a smile to her lips. Just in the breadth of being in his company it didn’t seem appropriate, the soft English drawl though was perfectly fitting. I suppose it’d be a bit like me trying to walk about speaking with a British accent. I’m sure it would just be embarrassing for everyone. Remind me not to try it. She suggested raising an eyebrow at him. Beth nodded eagerly when he asked if she was still hungry, but couldn’t decide if she was disappointed or not when he stated that he’d already ordered. Barely a moment had passed before a plate came clattering down on the table in front of him. She winced slightly pulling her head from her hands as the plate landed recklessly before him, somewhat surprising him. Well that was enough to eep me awake. She said, surprise edging in her voice. Not that I was falling asleep or anything. She added with a slight laugh, again moving to push her auburn locks back behind her shoulders. She was debating ordering for herself or just waiting it out when he asked her if she would like a bite.

The aroma was simply delicious so she found herself nodding in response before she’d given herself the chance to really think about what she was consenting to, sharing a stranger’s plate. She didn’t really mind and again she was happy for the conversation, as it was the first true one she’d had since returning to Paris and she’d been in desperate want of company. Beth was transfixed when he drew out his wand, tapping it twice against the plate causing the dish to duplicate at once. She had always been fair in her studies, even among the best in her class, but his simple demonstration as the one before made it look appallingly easy. Well thank Mister Sommer. She complemented him, now reveling in the dish before her. I’m really putting a lot of trust in you I hope you know. Food happens to be one of my favorite things. She teased, knowing already by the wafting scent that it would be appealing enough to her senses. She made a show of picking up her fork and cutting a small piece from the dish before taking a delicate bite, her eyes on Colton the entire time. It was surprisingly full of flavor, comparably so to her mother’s own cooking. Raising a hand to her mouth she finished the bite before speaking once more. Well it’s decided I can trust you, this is positively delicious. If you’ve such good taste in everything you should expect to see me around a lot more often.

[Colt Vince Sommer]

Enhancing his possibilities of havoc, the bloke let out some titbits of his past, leaking through his words and through the conscious knowledge that his repute could tarnish his very self as to oblige him to embellish his history in order to not feel abashed by it. Nevertheless, the bloke wouldn’t cover up truth with lies and falsity, as in normalcy, he would just accept what was to come and what he had done, without turning sight behind him, just as he could be really far from considering himself a myth maniac by any means. No end could justify the means, into his own perspective, and it wasn’t something could be flexible to alteration. “I’ve lived… So there are some things I’m not proud of… as there are plenty things I can exhibit of without shame… if I hadn’t erred I wouldn’t have learnt and developed as a person… so I admit both… the good and the bad things… but it never involved anything of malicious source, as looting, killing or anything of the sort… I’m a white innocent columbine if compared” his witty phrase couldn’t do otherwise but to save him and spare him an hour of explanation and gauging throughout his living, from the very first lady that would have crawled into his abode. As for some, Colton could be a deviant anathema, for himself, he was simply another man populating the land. It was the wink which deviated him from his threading thoughts, just as they converged in something close to a well in the midst of his mind, standing out the flirting devious signals she was directing towards him. It was futile to shove it to denial, as they were obviously basking in each other’s company, thusly, this was innocent and completely benign. “I’m actually inveigled by your generosity… I assume my bearing is not the one from a vermin, after all…” he let out a light laugh, quite relieved such was not the case.

The young bloke couldn’t give credit to his ears when the sole mention of appalled clicked on him, causing a brow to arch slightly, just as he curved his lips on a twisted smirk. This travesty of a drama was so much more entertaining than his newspaper, which needn’t to even glance at out of curiosity, just because it could be certainly disposed, at least by now. He witnessed at her posture change, letting her elbows moulded to the flat surface of the table, and her head was cupped by her forearms, nestled gently on them. It was hard not to notice the riveting stare she was imposing over him, as if he was perched by her vision, unable to escape it. Something mesmerizing lied within her orbs, through the shimmering glistening shroud that clung to the iris, and pigmented the vivid spark on them, as though they weren’t common, but solely unique and formidable. That was enough to enclose him, confiding him amidst, even within. Once a tress menaced to block this view, she didn’t falter at tucking it nicely behind her ear, permitted absolute beholding of her features. “Trust me… if so, I wouldn’t even be here… even when I doubt the reasons why you encounter me so intriguing, as you describe it… I’m ordinary… plainly ordinary” he shrugged his shoulders as he just rolled his eyes a bit, halting them when his gaze fall back upon hers. Colton couldn’t envision the grandeurs of being whom he was, but probably someone else could – like she did. If something, he considered himself quaint.

His words gush was a matter out of his management, yet it seemed to amuse some in the act. She touched a subject that particularly eschewed him, just as the whole family issue arose. Colton wasn’t someone aloof from his family and its members, as he could spend hours with his brother Nathaniel, his parents and his little sisters as well. Whereas, he cherished his kinfolks, he wasn’t adhered to them, as to result unbearable living without them. Feeling at home wasn’t a sentiment he could relate with anything he knew of, as being a globetrotter (even mentally), he craved for venture and for travesties around the world, not specifically ingrained to any particular place. “I deter myself from thinking that I belong somewhere… I’m a free soul… a free spirit… I don’t own a home, so regardless of the site I settle on, I just live carpe diem… always minding the future, of course” This was muddling enough to anyone, but since they had somehow clicked, he trusted she could decipher whatever cryptic message was hidden beneath. “I don’t feel shackled to a country… a nationality… but I have to admit that England made a great influence in me… as to adopt habits and language” The man bit on his lip for an instant, just prior to shake his head side to side. “So I’ve been told… they say I capture the utmost of both worlds… with the French outlook and the English charm… ” For some reason, it was easy to dialogue with her, and her smile cropping up every once in a while was a certainly good stimulation for him. How could someone not love such adorable girl? Imaging her speaking with the British accent just honed his impression on her. “If you let me… I could teach you” without notion, he edged himself closer to her, just as if the more they talked the closer they got. “I’d love to see you trying…” he nibbled on his lip as he grinned, impossible to keep his sight off hers.

The magic behind each spell was complex enough to suffice a career on it. Colton could make things seem simpler, just because he was a clever bugger that had mastered their complexity to even dissimulate the talents and capacities necessitated for their performance. Beset by the oddity of listening to his Last Name instead of his name made him pout a little, just before he retrieved his attention on her, attached to a smile. “Mr. Sommer? … Is my visage the one of an elder?” the playful tone on his voice would assure her that he wasn’t upset about it and that it was just a way to outing his bizarre reflex at the concept. Normally, whenever you added a Label before the name, it was lionized as merit for age along with knowledge, or to recognise someone’s marital stance. Addressing him like ‘Mr’ was something could be helped outside the classroom, and he was thankful for it. “Fair enough… Miss Spencer… I can grant you absolute satisfaction” he muttered, leaning his head forward as if telling a secret, crossing his heart with his right before retreating slowly, re-adapting to his former position. Colton regarded her fascination with the food, equalling it on his expression as he grinned amply at her, downing his eyes to his own plate as he dug into the omelette with his cutlery, chopping a morsel and conveying it towards his mouth, emulating the lady at tasting the meal. “GOD LORD!... Dominic! This is dainty” he exclaimed sufficiently loud for the owner to hear it, escaping a brief moan of pleasure for such delicacy. “I totally lose composure when it comes to food… you have to excuse me. I recommended a couple of variations in the menu and the ingredients, and they listened to me… I believe it served them well” he closed his lids, immersed into his moment of ecstasy with such palatable mouthful.

“Well… this is just one of the few more plates that could turn you into a subservient here… as I am” he declared aloud, as he was chuffed, as his stomach longed for something like that. It was hard to speak and eat, but he had his pauses between each bite. “I could use a companion for a change” the bloke regained sense on his words and actions and tried to behave himself properly, seating straight on his seat and clearing his throat, slightly, but still an ardent smile spread through his features.



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beth ♥

[beth spencer']

Pulling her gaze away from Colton, she chanced a glance out the window. Beth was surprised to see that the sun had long since fallen from its position at high noon, when she’d first entered the streets of Rue de Paradis. Where once tendrils of sunlight had fought their way through the tangled web of branches, now there was only shade, as the sun sank farther into the distant horizon. She’d had hopeful ambitions of finding Courte en Liberte and her brother, but her distracted mind had instead led her to this peaceful conversation, with someone who was now a bit of a familiar stranger. Colton, while having been in her company for some time now felt comfortably familiar, yet all at once intriguingly mysterious. She supposed it was all part and parcel, the reason for her remaining here at the table, her once warm mug now emptied of its contents. Her want to see Joshua was nagging, but fleeting. Beth was not ready to shy away from Colton’s company as she was rather enjoying the easy flow of conversation between them. She’d hardly had an opportunity to meet anyone else in all her time here, because she had busied herself with other matters and the palace had felt desolate on the warm spring mornings. Her fellow classmate’s attentions enraptured elsewhere as she had sought out to sate her own curiosities, barely heeding those around her. Even with the sun disappearing slowly beyond the horizon she found herself pulling away from acting in her better interests, seeking out her brother and returning to unpack. She’d have time for those things later, only when she was finished enjoying his company.

Gathering her attention, she pulled her gaze from the quieting city streets as Colton’s voice filled the space between then. Beth was both surprised and solaced by his admittance to his own flaws. It was a characterizing trait that many didn’t possess, the acceptance of their own nature. People had a tendency to try and hide them away and Beth was assured that in the end it could only make things worse; everyone had flaws – whether or not they would willingly admit it. She knew that settled somewhere she had flaws of her own, though she wasn’t sure he could recognize them. Sometime it was hard to see them in yourself or in the ones you love, because you so readily overlook them, but at the same time they were all part of a person, so she found it extremely hard to judge them by it. Of course, you learn by these things. I don’t think you’d properly know how to enjoy something if you’d done it perfectly the first time. Beth admitted pushing her emptied mug to the edge of the table. I don’t think I’d truly love flying so much had I not fallen off the broom the first few times. It really does make the end result so much sweeter. Beth insisted and it was true. There had been times when she’d halfway thought of giving up entirely, angered when she’d been having such a hard time and her brother had made it seem effortless. Of course, she was too stubborn to give up, but she’d felt better when she’d learned it had not always been so easy for him. Now she might be considered a natural and she was a solid quidditch player to say for it. Though I must say, I’m glad you learned from your mistakes. Instead of letting them become you. I dare say had you been any of those things you would likely have scared me off far earlier in the conversation. With a soft laugh, she settled back into her chair. Even imagining him as such seemed impossible. At least you proved me correct in my assumptions. Vermin free.

Well I’ve found that ordinary lies in the eye of the beholder. She said, tilting her head curtly to the side, as she withdrew her chin from its resting position on the palm of her hands. Again, it was one of those simplicities that everyone seemed to overlook. While she might have considered her home growing up to be nothing out of the ordinary, others had told her it always seemed to be built by so much more. She’d a loving family, more so than most, so she’d never really been subjected to think that such a life might not be considered ordinary to a few. We all seek interest in our own treasures, regardless how it appears to others. She said simply, a smile lit in her soft lips. While Colton might find himself to be ordinary, she found his to be something entirely unique, distractingly so. She listened intently as the conversation turned to include her mention of family. I guess I didn’t mean I belong there. I’ve just always felt more comfortable wherever my family was. She nodded simply. I rather liked England and Hogwarts, but my brother and I are extremely close. He’s traveled the world far more than I’ve had the opportunity to and we’ve spent the year’s corresponding every day. When I finally found that he had settled here in Paris, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to be closer to him. At least for a time. She concluded, as she doubted she would stay here for any determinate amount of time. Beth had always begged her brother to take her along with him, but hadn’t been able to more often than not. She wanted the opportunity to travel as he had and one day she would. I think it’s better not to feel tied down.

With the plate of food now in front of her, she found her sentences becoming similarly shorter as were his own, both relishing in the delightful food settled between the two of them. She’d felt famished when the scents had filled the air between them, but as soon as she’d taken the first bit she knew immediately that this would work to sate her appetite. Setting her fork down she laughed as something bearing the resemblance of a pout etched his features, questioning whether or not she thought he bore the resemblance of an elder. While she was sure that he was older than her, she wouldn’t have gone so far to call him an elder – his striking features enough to allay the fact that he was still young in years. Of course not.She smiled. It only seemed appropriate. It all seemed so formal with you offering me a plate… it was almost a debonair way of inviting me to dinner. She said, her voice gentle as she rested her hand gently on the table, just taking her time to enjoy the flavor. Her breath faltered as he leaned across the table angling himself closer, it was only then that she realized how close they’d come in the course of their conversation – the dish nearly drawing them together. She only managed to catch her breath again, barely having caught the words which had fallen from his lips, as he settled back into place crossing his hand over his heart. Is that a promise? She asked coyly, settling herself into her chair, taking another bite. In this instance he had indeed granted her absolute satisfaction.

She couldn’t help, but giggle at his countenance completely losing himself in his meal. Her eyes traveled, following his voice to the owner as he exclaimed the very daintiness of his meal. She was finding joy in his expression to this dish before him, pronouncing joy at such a simple matter. Well I’m told I make a good one. Beth said nonchalantly with an ardent shrug of her shoulder as though it were nothing of interest.

[Colt Vince Sommer]

Colton could grant much credit to his ears, letting them wrinkle softly as his grin spread grander in his features, causing some creases to form at the corner of his eyes, as the reflection of his visage, which at some point would be marks on his not so seamless skin once the tension of the integument would abandon its elastic state and would turn frail and thin, as porcelain. The bloke couldn’t do else but smiling widely just as she could ascertain her speculations had been righted instead of erred and that he was somehow trust worthy, in a way only a few could fathom, as himself could. “Allow me to say that if I was any of those things, I would pretend not to be so… in which case I’d seem intriguingly appealing to the subject in order to conduct her to my set trap” the bloke remained silent for a moment or two before he burst in laughter, impossible to contain it any longer, just by the exact whit in which he could note the rounded orbs like plates because of the impression, provoking him to hoist both hands before him in a completely harmless gesture, “Again… I swear I’m none of those things” he denied with his head, making his best to convince her from otherwise, as he didn’t want to make her believe he was actually some malicious character in some perilous scheme. “Pardon moi, I tend to cleanse my thoughts by just letting them pour like a monsoon, without thinking of the consequences ensued” his once impeccable face was now slightly blushed, smeared by a bashful notion that could be seen quite conspicuously. Colton downed his head, none of the things he could say could repair his mishap, so all that was left to do was hoping her to take it lightly and not to make fuzz about it.

“You fly, uh… interesting” he made a pause, focusing on that subject, solely to swerve conversation from the awkward instant past his clumsy actions, forcing him to just fixate his eyes upon her, as darting his whole concentration on her and what she had to say. “Fond of flying… I must say that it’s one of my weaknesses… perhaps you could goad me through the task… since I, myself, can’t keep hold of the instrument for more than due” the man explained himself, acknowledging his lack of expertise on the matter, something he could haggle on for hours if requested. Nevertheless, there wasn’t much to be said about it, barring an invitation to flying lessons maybe.

“Paris has its charms…” he nodded, content with what she had resumed “Me, being one of them, of course” his jest was nothing but merely comical, as from what he could know, he was far from being a praising element from Paris. “I think family is something vital on you, and you’re inherently attached to it, by birth… I’m just a columbine that soars through the skies now… albeit I return to the nest every once in a while” This was a simple form to express how he felt like about bonds and closeness. “I can’t say I’m close to my family, but I look after my siblings and I stay in touch with my parents… for saying the least” it wasn’t like he needed to support his arguments with excuses, but he couldn’t feign being something he wasn’t, so it was best to keep it all plain and honest, in spite of comeuppances. “I still reckon I’m not ingrained to my provenance… I don’t exactly relate myself to a sedentary being… Peoples are neutrons… I consider myself an electron instead” this chemical allusion shouldn’t work to bore her, but to just position him as the witty geek he was. Pottering was something he could do without thinking of, and even by just be roaming from here to there, he was bound to be found doing anything, never still.

‘Formal?’ the thought lingered for more than a couple of seconds in his mind, hovering lightly as he just nodded with a chuckle, though the fact of calling himself Mr should be a matter of custom, as he was about to be addressed as such the moment he began with lessons. Charms professor, would be the bane of his if he didn’t grow fonder of the sobriquet, “It is courtesy which lead each of my moves and nothing else… if something was well done when it concerns myself, I was well instilled of the polite ways and to behave in presence of a lady, regardless of her age” he made allusion to years behind her, only as a reference for not underestimating her for being younger. “A promise I would gladly accomplish” he muttered before munching on another bite, quite delighted with the feast in his mouth, causing another moan to out ; this time a bit more dissimulated and subtle than the last one. Colt should muster some manners, but with food in his palate, this was quite an impossible mission. But as soon as his ears filled with her words, referring to the capacity to cook omelettes, let him astray, oozing away from his deems. “You cook?... uhh… I’ll be the judge, if you let me, of course” he winked lightly at her before downing his eyes to his plate, consuming the rest with muffled moans and satisfaction written upon his countenance. Before notice, his glance landed on the absence of illumination and the lateness that announced itself with the threat of a dimmed scene. His orbs opened widely as he wiped his lips with a napkin and stowed it gently on the table.

“This is being a pleasure, indeed… never had I enjoyed of someone’s company by meeting a stranger before… they say there’s always a first time… I think we should make this a frequent encounter” the bloke rummaged through his pockets before taking out his wallet and leaving a handful of galleons on the table, enough to cover their meal and whatever other consumption she was responsible of, “Consider it my thanking for letting me stay in your table” The man stood up quite hastily, the remembrance of notes to be revised prodding him strongly on the forehead. Colton shovelled inside his pockets once more, just to draw a small piece of parchment from it, “It’s rumoured that this is magical… so, whenever you feel like chatting to someone, write something, and you’ll be amazed” he whispered at her ear at handing it to her, leaving a flat folded piece of parchment in her hand. This was a simple charm that connected two pieces of parchment and permitted the users to write things and let them appear on the other paper magically, so they could communicate one with another – as what a normal gadget could do as texting. “Owls get tired of flying nowadays” a flashing smile showed up, just before he gently stowed a kiss on her cheek as his French way to say farewell, spinning lightly before stepping outside of the store, waving goodbye at the owner to just vanish within the crowd, fading away from sight. Little by little, he took off aiming towards his flat, heading to the north.



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beth ♥