Quote:
Why did he open his mouth? The sigh from Angelina said it all – ‘just keep the trap shut from now on, Nate.’ He gave her a weak smile as she said the only muggle thing her mother enjoyed was fencing. “Her loss.” he said quietly as he fidgeted with his beer mat. His head was starting to hurt again. Really, all Nathan had wanted was a casual chat and a relaxing drink. He hadn’t planned on meeting someone so… so serious! He should have gone straight home and gone to his muggle local instead. And he was convinced that Angelina would have been a lot happier right now if she hadn’t met the young man.
His head snapped up at her question. “You seem surprised.” Nathan said and couldn’t help smirking. “A woman who can fence and race winged horses must have fire in her blood.” He complimented her with a wink, smirk still firmly in place.
She didn’t even like pubs.. well she almost never went to pubs but that didn’t matter.
There was no concrete reason for her to walk into that place and let her stupid note books fall into Nathans table.
Honestly, she was starting to think that she should have never left level one of the ministry.
She would be much better in there and she wouldn’t be ruining other people's moods and evenings.
But there she was.. ruining moods and evenings.
Stand up and walk away dear. Best thing to be done. Angelina pressed her lips against each other.
“Just hobbies. No fire. ” she told him when she started to feel her cheeks turning red. Not pink, red.
When she blushed, she blushed a lot and that was something that she hated, since her skin tone wasn’t very dark.
“Both things are pretty simple in fact.” She added when he winked again.
She was avoiding to say something about it but seriously.. was it something wrong with his eyes?
She shook her head calm and discreetly and then asked with a smile.
“Did you never race winged horses?” Quote:
He listened as she explained how she had played Quidditch at school, and about her terrible accident. For some reason, whether it be slight shock, or his sick sense of humour, the story tickled his funny bone. He tried his best not to laugh, looking down at the table and playing with his beer mat with more concentration than before, but try as he might, he just couldn’t hold it. He snorted and then started to chuckle, unable to stop himself. ‘Oh Merlin, no!’ this was terrible! He looked the young woman in the eyes as he composed himself. “I'm so sorry, love.” He said still grinning. “Are you…. are you ok now?” he asked with an apologetic look on his face. Yep, way to go Nathan. He was making a great impression here... not.
Angelina raised both eyebrows at the man that was in front of her and her cheeks were starting to loser the red tone.
Was he laughing at her? What was wrong with that man!?
She had just told him that she broke her arms when she fell from her broom and he laughed, or snorted or whatever he did?!
Seriously was that normal?
“Oh.. you are? It seems that you have actually found the subject funny. ” she asked him still with both eyebrows raised. She wasn’t making a very good impression but he wasn’t making a very good one too.
If she was okay?! That was about… six years ago!
“I’m pretty fine now. Thank you.”Fine and scared of Quidditch.
She looked at Nathan, she was being serious like she always was but.. he just laughed at her.
His fault.
So childish Ange.
“Quidditch. Do you still play it? Like a hobby?” she asked him, but this time more nicely. Quote:
Nathan chuckled and shook his head slightly. ‘Unbelievable.’ “I do sometimes, when I can be bothered.” he told Angelina. “I’d prefer to go out and watch a film or something than read. I usually only read when I’m on the tube or something. …When I’ve got nothing better to do.
Angelina listened to Nathan talking. Books were amazing, how could he just read when he was bothered?!
Then he started talking about muggle things.
She knew the tube pretty well, since she almost got lost in it.
Watch a film..
“When you say “watch a film” you mean you go to the cenima?” she remember, when she spent those two months in the muggle world, to walk by a huge building with a huge porter with huge letters saying cenima.
Cenima, what a weird word. Muggles really invented the weirdest words. Quote:
When he got back with the drinks, he was aware of how uncomfortable the young woman was. He wished he'd played along, pretended he was still engaged…. But maybe he was still too hurt by what had happened to do that. He nodded, “Don’t worry. You didn’t know, love.” He said with a weak but genuine smile. End of subject… hopefully.
She didn’t know?
He had just told her, and she just spoiled up the comfortable chat that they could have had.
“But you just told me that about five minutes ago so I kn..” she started talking before taking a slip of her coffee but then stopped and looked at Nathan.
That was obviously something that he didn’t want to talk about and she didn’t want to either.
“End of subject right?”She took her coffee to her mouth and took a long, long slip of it.
Hot. Too hot.