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“Mista?” Nathan chuckled. His ex used to affectionately call him ‘Mista’ – usually when she wanted something. And Nathan, being the gullible sap that he is, almost always gave in. The pet name coming from this relative stranger sounded very odd to Nathan. He stopped laughing and looked at Angelina – why did she have to be so serious about everything? I suppose he had just told the woman what a rubbish liar she is.
“Erm… yes..” she look at him. Did she said something wrong? “What is the problem with the word?”
She asked while she raised an eyebrow.
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Trying to get information out of Angelina was a little like trying to get blood out of a stone. “You don’t have any hobbies? Play an instrument? Collect stamps or bottle tops or …or anything?” He knew he was probably out of line. He only wanted her to let her guard down and relax. For her to realise that Nathan was not a threat. His weakness for the human psyche was a burden to him sometimes – he felt the need to understand people. And when he couldn't he got frustrated - more with himself than anyone else.
Not it seemed that it was his time to make the questions.
She crossed her arms and laied back on her chair while she answered.
“I used to do.. Fencing and Winged horse racing” she told him.
Yeah.. erm.. used to.
She liked it.. and now that she started to think about it, she should
“Everyone in my family does it. Most of them as an hobby.” She didn’t have any familiar doing professionally Winged horse racing ,at least non that she knew. She grinned and added “I used to ride a Granion , he was grew with blue eyes.. pretty beautiful.”
Even if the Granions where known for their speed, Angelinas Granion wasn’t that fast.
Weird granion.
“One day, my brother woke up and decided that Quidditch was much more cool that Wined horses. He prefers Quidditch at it.” She shrugged.
But he really had no big choice in the familiar meetings. He just had to ride the horse and race, like everyone in the family does.
“I don’t collect anything..” she added with a smile. Wondering if he did. “But I play the piano. And honestly? I’m so not good at it.”
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Nathan smiled. “My little sis is certainly happy at Hogwarts. And I’m sure Beauxbatons is just as good. It has an excellent reputation.” He replied. “Did you go to Hogwarts?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink.
Ange nodded. “Yes, I did. And honestly, I think I would have died in Beauxbatons.” She said then added with a half-smile. “Too French.”
Too French, too blue too fairly tail.
Too perfect.
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He smirked as Angelina said muggles were weird and nodded when she commented on them being funny and ingenious. It was all true. “They’ve done amazing things in technology, medicine, and muggle literature is in a different league to ours… so is their music.” He nodded in agreement. “You should try and go an entire week without using magic – see how you get on.” he said with a wink and a chuckle. THAT, he would like to see.
She heard Nathan talk about muggles, well he sure knew what he was talking about.
“One day, I’ll try to read a muggle book. It sounds interesting.” She nodded.
It must be, books were fascinating.
Even if she had lived in the muggles world for two moths, she was cheating all the time, some magic here and there, and even if she really wanted to, everytime she passed by a bookshop she couldn’t stop and walk into it.
The I-hate-books-friend was guilty.
She couldn’t avoid a laugh when she head him saying an entire week without magic.
Like if that was possible to her.
“I’m magic dependent!” she said, still laughing, while she unfolded her arms. “That would be impossible to me. A challenge . A big impossible challenge ” Quote:
He raised his eyebrows, “You mean a washing machine?” he laughed when she said she almost blew the thing up. Why wizards seemed to have such problems operating muggle appliances was a mystery to Nathan. They could brew potions to heal all kinds of aliments; transfigure elephants into tiny rodents; and yet they couldn’t work out how to turn a knob on a washing machine without almost blowing the thing up!
Ange ignored his laugh for a while, and bit her lower lip while she thought in the word.
Washing machine…
She couldn’t remember very well..
Washing machine..
Oh, yes. It was that.
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Nathan groaned inwardly. There was a lot more to it than just that! But did he feel comfortable talking about it with this young woman? No. He did not. He drained his drink before placing his empty glass on the table and meeting Angelina’s eyes. “If you ever met him you would know what I was on about. My father believes in ...blood purity.” Nathan tried to explain without going into detail. “Lets just say we disagreed on a lot.” Understatement of the century much? “I got engaged to a lovely muggle girl, and that was the final straw – he disowned me, I guess.” He brushed away some hair that had fallen into his eyes and grinned at Angelina. “What a barrel of laughs we’re having eh?” he peered into his empty glass and stood up. “Want another coffee, love?” he asked the young woman. He most definitely needed another drink.
Blood purity?
Now that was a subject that Angelina passed her hole sweet life hearing about.
“Believe me. Its not just your father.” Yes. Totally right. The only reason why her father didn’t disowned her brother was because her mother didn’t let him do it and also because Edward was the only son he had and he respect him a lot.
Plus her father only felt like disowned her bother once in two mouths.
Family dinners.
But when he feel like it.. it takes days until he forgets that.
“Well, congratulations then.” She said with smile then added quickly. “For getting engaged of course, not for the other things.”
“Yes. Big, strong truly laughs.” She observed him while she stood up and nodded with a smile. “Sure I would love too.”
Coffee.
Yummy.