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Matteo was exercising on the stairs going up the cliffs. It was one of the only places he could do it without people gawking at her work ethic. He had to be in shape for breakdancing of course. He sprinted her way up the stairs, taking them by twos, and rested, hands on his knees, as he reached...

Matteo nodded. "Yeah, I hope my opinion does change on them." He grimaced, trying to think what would happen if he took some of these classes all year-round. Some, he could take, but Herbology? Definitely not, especially with that professor. He glanced at her concernedly when she shivered. He...

"Ah." Matteo, although known for his bluntness that sometimes turned into rudeness, didn't question any more. He didn't want to appear as nosy or prying to her. "So uh, whaddaya think about school so far? I personally find it alright, but I been taking more notes than I've wanted in lots of my...

At this, Matteo frowned. "'Course they do. They look up to me." He grinned. "Except I dunno how lotsa them would react to this. Bet some of them would think I'm a loser. They're gonna call me every week, to keep me updated with what happ'ns at school." He shrugged. "Thing is my cell doesn't seem...

Matteo faltered in his step. "Oh." He said simply. He was always good with talking, but only when conversation was relaxed, or at least even angry. Normal conversations and arguments he could do, but consolation? Not really. "Um...so were you sad when he died?" He turned his face away and gave...

Matteo started to frown, but hid it. Persisting in his attempt to stay friendly, he gave a nonchalant grin. “Alright then, I won’t ask it.” A long silence followed his words, and he simply continued walking. He looked down at the brand new Nikes he’d gotten for Hogwarts, wondering if maybe...

Matteo raised an eyebrow. "Why technically? What's so technical about it?" He silently hoped that he wasn't getting onto a touchy subject. Because he'd had bad experiences with girls and touchy subjects, which usually resulted in him getting slapped or the girl crying. "I've actually always...

Matteo could see Rory’s eyes lighting up as she talked about her homeland. “I gotta visit someday,” he replied, grinning. “And try some of your mom’s food. And try some of those dances of course.” He ran a hand through his hair. He hoped there were barber shops here; otherwise his hair would be...

“Whoa sick! American and Japanese?” Matteo exclaimed. “In my opinion, mixes are always really good-lookin’. Little brothers…well.” He laughed. “I guess I got lucky, ‘cause mine really looks up to me, up to the point where he’s annoying though. But a lot of my friends that got younger brothers or...

“Well, it is in my world,” Matteo retorted. “It sorta is, y’know. It’s a certain type of dance. Ah whatever, I just love doing it.” He briefly glanced downward at her hand on his shoulder, feeling just slightly uncomfortable, but in a pleasant way at physical contact. He managed to grin back...

Matteo grinned. Other than his friend back home, he’d never met anyone this bubbly and happy before. He laughed when she punched the air. “Yeah, I love music! Hmm…it’s hard to pick…there’s so many artists I like.” He scratched his chin. “Let’s see…Coldplay, The Killers, Ludacris, Linkin Park of...

Matteo had to lean in to figure out what Angela was saying, and it took him a few seconds to actually decipher it. He laughed. "You remind me so much of one of my friends back home. She talks like crazy mad fast, and we all have to ask her to repeat it at least another time to figure it out." He...

Matteo had followed some other people up the stairs aimlessly; he didn't really know where he was going himself. They were on their way to the fourth floor, but Matteo caught sight of a door out of the corner of his eye. He glanced at them, then decided to go and check it out. He stepped into...

Matteo laughed. "Aww man, and here I am, stupidly wearing my robes." He shook his head. He made a mental note to change back into his casual clothes after he escorted Angela to wherever she was going. He would turn and go back now, but that would be rude, and he didn't want to make such a bad...

Matteo put his hands casually into the back pockets of his jeans. “Eh, it’s okay so far.” He wondered why she would hate it. Maybe she was clueless about all this, just like him. “It’s way different from where I’m from though, and it’s sorta weird. But yeah, the grounds are pretty awesome. More...