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Baltair looked at the girl as she handed him the rose. Of course he’d had absolutely no doubts in who it was from, since Elia was such a beautiful soul. “Yeah, she loves this stuff.” He turned away from the girl. “Thanks.”

Baltair had heard someone asking people about him, he supposed he should put the poor thing out of her misery. "He's not, I am." He said, moving up to her and lightly pushing the other group of people out of the way so he had some space. He didn't like people in his personal space after all. "Rose?"

Baltair had never had much to do with either his parents or his Grandmother, but since his parents had died four years ago or so, he didn't really care about them, he hadn't for a long time and hadn't even really noticed their absence in his life. It was really only when his Grandmother had died...

Baltair shook his head. "Nah, my older brother is currently the head of our family. Don't ask me for details because I don't care enough about it to tell you. He's nearly forty, or he is forty. One of them." He said, shrugging. He didn't want to talk about his stupid brother, he wanted to focus...

Baltair moved his hands to Elia's waist as they started dancing. Every moment he got to spend with Elia was never enough because they were in seperate houses so they didn't get to spend as much time with her as he would like. "I would have liked to meet your Dad, we could have had a cook off!"...

Baltair wasn't sure what the future held for him, he had no idea really what he wanted to do, though he had some thoughts, but all he cared about was that his life in the future coincided with Elia's. He loved her and his brother approved of the relationship, not that Parker really could say...

Baltair just loved spending time with Elia, it didn't matter what they were doing, whether they were cuddling in the lounge or studying in the library or eating in the Great Hall, all he wanted to do was spend time with her because all he cared about was Elia's happiness. As long as he was the...

Baltair had headed down to the Dungeons to meet Elia as she came out of the common room. "You look absolutely amazing, but I know I don't need to tell you that." He said, happily. Baltair didn't have a pet name for Elia, other than the shortening of her first name, El. He'd heard some people...

Baltair grinned. He was so excited that Elia had agreed since he wanted to do everything with her. "Of course, I figured you would come, but you deserve to be asked, because you are amazing and I love you." he told her, cupping her cheek softly and leaning in to kiss her nose. Elia was gorgeous...

Baltair blinked as the girl sunk to the ground and he audibly groaned, rolling his eyes so hard he thought they were going to pop out of his sockets and fall into the back of his head. "Oh for the love of... are you... what... how did this..." he didn't know what to say because logic had left...

"Why the hell are you asking me, he's your friend?" He said, shaking his head. Baltair didn't care if her friend was embarrassed or not, all he cared about was getting his tree cleared of annoying pests before Elia showed up. "I'm sure you know the answer better than I do." It was honestly...

Really, all of this sniffling over a tiny relationship spat?! Really, why did he always get involved in this type of mess, it was humiliating. "You can not be serious," he said, the annoyance in his voice only becoming more obvious. She was crying because her friend fell in the lake and yelled...

"Ugh," Baltair wasn't even sure why he was entertaining the little pest by talking to her. Children were annoying and if he had it his way, Elia would never have any. All he was doing was speaking to her, he'd told her to stop crying and now she was crying even more! Why, why did children have...

Apologising, because of course she was. That was what people did, apologised. Baltair never apologised for anything in his life because he never did anything he didn't mean and why should he apologise for stating facts. She should get over herself, crying outside, under a tree? So bloody...

Baltair had been minding his business, like he usually did when he was waiting for Elia. New Zealand was so different to Scotland after all, so it was hard to think about all the little minute differences between here and there. He'd taken up residence with his Defence Against the Dark Arts...

Annoyingly, the toast at this table was much better than the toast at his own table, so he was going to have to sit here far more often, he decided. Even if only to make sure no one got any ideas with his girlfriend. "As long as Cailin stays where she is, I don't want her here to ruin...

Baltair reached over for the last piece of toast that one of the third years was going to take, glaring at him. The third year removed their hand and Baltair grinned at him, winking, before turning his attention back to Elia and taking a bite. "Sorry Cordelia didn't come, it must be pretty rough...

Baltair was on a mission. He’d forgotten that the Yule ball was so close and as such he’d forgotten to officially ask his girlfriend to the dance with him, he couldn’t believe it! Shaking his head as he made his way into the great hall, Baltair looked around at the Slytherin table. After she’d...

Baltair watched the girl as she went about doing her thing. She would probably fit right into his family if she was doing this over a cauldron. Not a great place to cook, he realised, but not much different. He was good a potions, ergo, he should be good at this right? He grinned when she said...