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Andrew's laughter intensified as it really hit him how ridiculously silly they were being. The room was full of people, and there they were accusing pastry of crimes, and even sentencing one to execution. "In fact!" He began after he had finally managed to overcome his giggles, and reached for the ringleader. "I think hanging is too good for him too! His sentence will be carried out here and now!" He said before muching down on the macaroon with what could probably be described as 'ferocious vengeance'. "Retribution!" He chuckled.
Andrew could see the sudden appearance of discomfort in Justine's face, but he could also see the attempt at ignoring it. In her expression, he sensed an internal conflict that he of course couldn't possibly know anything about. She made it sound like it wasn't there, and despite his curiosity and wish to calm her fears, he thought it best to take her word for it.
"Yes, Bordeaux. My parents were visiting family in France." He confirmed at her question, taking a breath and scratching the back of his head when she asked about the 'English side of the family'. His body language practically oozed the phrase 'It's a long story'. "The LaCroix family. Originally French, but we split up into two different lineages, if you will. One side remained in France, and the other moved across the channel." He explained, hoping he had conveyed accurately enough the complicated situation concerning his family. "We're still very close.
Andrew's face lit up once more when he realized he hadn't really hurt Justine's feelings. He smiled at her and nodded. "Well, I promise I'll tell you then!" He said quickly. "But I doubt I'll need to very often."
"No, you really are accomplished, it's just my parents that are ridiculous over-achievers and have to overdo literally everything." Andrew laughed at Justine's question. He tried to focus on how much his parents always made a big deal out of everything in an attempt to get the redness out of his face. He hadn't expected her compliment, and it had made him blush, but what had made him blush even more was the fact that he replied by telling her he thought she was beautiful. What kind of response is that? Andrew felt like such an idiot sometimes. "Well, I think you are." He said, only digging himself a deeper grave.
"Merci. J'essaie." He smiled with what little confidence he had in his french. His parnets being such overachievers, it was difficult sometimes to live up to their expectations. French had never been easy for him, but he did his best, and it was nice to see someone who accepted it as if it weren't full of flaws and mistakes.
"Finally! Zere is justice in zee vorld!!" Justine exclaimed triumphantly, laughing loudly all the while as Andrew decided that hanging was too good for the villainous macaroon and promptly devoured him. Goodness, she was practically shrieking with laughter it was just that funny. Andrew was that funny.
"Oh? but vhat is zis?" Justine said, picking up one of the other macaroons (the same color and shape as the "ringleader,").
"Secretly 'e 'ad a twin brother all along! ve executed zee vrong man!" Justine exclaimed in mock horror, with her hand held lightly over her mouth.
"Vhat a lovely place to be born in," Justine said, with a small smile, she herself had not often been to borax, but when she had visited the area, it had been very beautiful.
Andrew's hesitant words and his actions made Justine feel sure that he did not want to talk about his family, something the young girl understood perfectly, however he did explain, somewhat about there being two different family lines, one in England, the other in her beloved France, but that the two factions were still quite close, when he said this, Justine found herself confused, she had expected him to say that they were unhappily disconnected, still, it was a happy mistake.
"So, you 'ave French blood in you, I knew zhere vas a reason I liked you," Justine said with a coy smirk. And now she was flirting again, oh to hell with it, she wasn't even going to try to stop herself anymore.
Did you say, the LaCroix family?" Justine asked, suddenly hit by the familiar sound of the name. Actually, now that she thought on it, she realized that it all sounded very familiar... She just couldn't pinpoint why....
"Merci, I need all the 'elp I can get," Justine said, with a light laugh. Popping another of the delicious macaroons into her mouth.
"I should 'ope not!" Justine replied, she really would hate to be the ignorant foreigner.
"Ahh, but I could do better, certainly your family, even yourself, you are a testament to that fact," The Ravenclaw said, biting her painted pink lip. She was quite pleased to have such a normal conversation as a distraction, because if she didn't her mind would still be racing with the fact that Andrew had called her beautiful.
But Justine's small relief it seemed, was not permanent, because there was Andrew, telling her all
he thought she was. The blush that had slowly disappeared from her countenance was back with a wicked vengeance and she was completely at a loss of what to say.
"I, uh... You are too, I mean, I zink you are too, but you know, you're 'andsome," No, what was she saying? Why on earth was she so flustered? Justine didn't fluster, or flirt, or any that and now she was practically rambling at him, and - She needed to escape or something, or do something that didn't require talking.
"You're very welcome, 'onestly it feels good to 'ear French," Justine said wistfully.