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Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: Ásgarð
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Raziel Khaine
Ravenclaw Fourth Year |  I'm dreaming with my eyes wide open
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Originally Posted by nicole black  "Exactly! Oui! It is always the pastries, 'ow ever did we trust zhem?" Justine said, laughing along with the Ravenclaw boy, finding it nearly impossible to keep a straight face, partly because of how silly they were being, but partly because Andrew's laughter was seriously infectious.
Justine was delighted when Andrew not only went along with her ploy of accusing the macaroons, but even continued on to admonish them with the same enthusiasm and silliness that she had herself accosted them with. It was really refreshing to see someone who didn't care about being seen as unusual or strange.
"Well said Andrew, I zhink, per'aps, in this case, it was warranted, possibly even necessary!" Justine said, her dark eyes narrowing in distrust as she gazed upon the offending macaroons (though she had eaten many, there were still quite a few left on her plate, which seemed extraordinary to the young woman). "I do believe, zhey will need punishment, of zee 'ighest order, what do you suggest?" Justine asked, raising up the plate for Andrew so that he might deliver the verdict.
And now he was complimenting her accent again, telling her it was gorgeous, that it made her sound unique and special, and what was he getting at? And why was she blushing? She didn't blush, she wasn't that sort of girl, blushing and flirting and... Oh for Circe's sake, she was flirting, she hadn't realized it, but now that she actually thought it through, her coy smiling, playing with her hair, and blushing? Yep, she was flirting, what on earth had come over her. She suddenly felt very self-conscious, a feeling as foreign and unfamiliar to her as having a tail would feel. Just relax, stop acting so weird. Justine thought, slightly admonishing herself. "You really are too kind Andrew, I cannot possibly accept such praise," Justine said, smiling softly up at the young man, suddenly uncertain as to what she should do with her limbs. "You 'ave a very nice accent as well, w'ere are you from?" the French girl asked, quite aware that she had barely asked the young man any questions about himself.
When Andrew laughed, she knew immediately she must have said something wrong, her feeling was confirmed when the boy playfully corrected her by using the correct term. Justine laughed at her error, her hand reaching up to her mouth in a slightly embarrassed gesture. "Oui, zat is wat I meant, why, wat did I say?" Justine said archly, with a haughty look that did not reach her green eyes, which practically sparkled with mischief.
Justine's eyes were as wide as dinner plates as she listened to the young man, his parent spoke five languages? And she had thought she was accomplished for speaking two. "Five? Une, deux, trois, quatre, cinq? My goodness, but zhey are very talented, i see now why you 'ave such a good ear," Justine exclaimed, quite impressed by his parents knowledge and evident love of learning. They seemed like very clever and fascinating people, much like their son. "Obviously, you inherited zeir intelligence and love of learning," Justine said, speaking quite sincerely. Not to mention rather cute, no really, where had that thought come from? Justine wasn't sure, but that didn't stop her from placing the blame on those delicious, but obviously evil macaroons.
"Pensez-vous? Vous m'avez vraiment impressionné maintenant." Justine said, speaking in her native French to give the boy a very small, playful test. "We were fools to trust them! They should be locked up for good!" Andrew snickered, playing along with the pastry game. "Except that one!" He pointed at a random macaroon in the middle of the plate and singled it out. "He's the ringleader! Seize him! He shall hang at dawn!" He laughed. It wasn't easy to say that last sentence about a macaroon without cracking up, and he hadn't quite managed to, but he had at least made an attempt, which really only served to make the resulting gasp of laughter all the more out of place and hilarious.
Andrew was too busy laughing at himself to care about being embarrassed because he accidentally made a weird sound, or referred to a macaroon as 'The Ring Leader'. People would just have to think him crazy if they wanted to. There were already those who disliked Andrew for being himself, and if they were going to leave him be because they thought he talked to pastries, that was fine with him.
Justine's facial expression revealed a change to Andrew that he wasn't sure he liked. She seemed to tense up and become slightly more uncomfortable. He wondered if it was something he said as she politely turned down his praise and asked him where he was from. Hesitating slightly, wondering if he had insulted her. Why was he such an idiot? He began to answer her question, trying to shrug off that hurtful thought, quickly regaining his enthusiasm. "Well, I was born in Bordeaux, but I'm from the English side of the family. I grew up in Kent!" He laughed at how boring he sounded compared to Justine.
Andrew felt a little guilty. He had only meant his correction playfully, not to make Justine feel bad about her accent or her knowledge of the English Language. He thought her accent was beautiful. "You said- N- Nevermind, you got it right on the money!" He chuckled, figuring that it really wasn't that big of an error. He smiled at Justine apologetically, hoping she hadn't suddenly realize what an idiot he was sometimes! "Yeah, Five languages each! That's in addition to English, so I suppose the real number is six!" He nodded at Justine's surprise. Andrew's parents were the smartest people he knew and they had really inspired him in his pursuit of knowledge. Not to mentioned threatened to disown him if he didn't get sorted into Ravenclaw. "Well, thank you v- Wow, Thank you! He blushed embarrassingly at her compliment. "That means a lot coming from someone so beautiful." He replied before he could really think about his response. It just sort of slipped out. He didn't know what to do. Whatever it was that pulled that out of him, he assumed the macaroons had something to do with it. Especially the ring leader!
"I totally understood that!" He laughed enthusiastically, happy that he hadn't failed his first easy French test. "Je fais de mon mieux pour.. impressionner?" He made a poor attempt at replying in French, blushing even more at his perceived incompetence. He himself couldn't see anything grammatically incorrect about the way he worded his reply, but how could he be sure? If only his parents could see him now.
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