Blanket of Stars

[Milena La Fleur]

The warmth spreading through her body was one of the feelings she wished she could reach within her chest and gather it by hands only to yank it from its roots and bottle it for her own comfort. Milena La Fleur sure felt warm for this particular night, wearing something that wouldn't be appropriate for night like this. As much as she's cold hearted, the blonde's blood made her hotter than ever. Visiting USA for the first time, she made an account to research of the place. Read the important details of how to fit in and not be lost, which she failed to understand. As her plane landed on New York, Milena couldn't really pin point where she was. Although she knew that she's in New York, New York. The Death Eater in training didn't exactly knew the location of her hotel, how unfortunate. Luckily an employee from the hotel noticed her looking lost and assisted her, once she arrived her Hotel. Milena unpacked some of her things and got dressed for tonight, she didn't want to be lonely again and what better thing to do is try and enjoy the night life. She's eighteen after all, legally allowed to party and get wasted although she didn't had that in mind. So, instead she entered into a classy looking cafe, bar and restaurant. It wasn't something like ones who seems to be loud and filled with teenagers like her. Rather the place's elegant, a lady on the stage singing one romantic songs. How she missed to watch the opera once more and to see her mother perform and sing once more, she could have followed her footsteps but instead she decided to follow her father's. Except there was no intention of doing so, among her dreams was to be a Death Eater. Something lingers in her bones, something rebellious and evil. She isn't sure just yet but Milena's sure of her chosen path, as she made her may through the bar.

The former Slytherin sat on the high chairs near the counter of the bar and ordered one martini with extra olives and took a sip. It isn't her first time to drink, back in Paris she used to stole a bottle of her father's finest wine and just drink it all night. It was an act of rebellion and mostly just to get high, to fall asleep. But whenever she'd be sound asleep, nightmares started to appear in her dreams. Making her feel like hell, Milena could't escape her insomnia up to now. After her nightmare, she would be left awake until morning arrives and she'll be stuck in her bed, waiting for the sun to rise. Taking another sip of her drink, Milena just had enough. She felt bad being here, since it just reminded her of what she didn't take. Although there's nothing to regret about, she couldn't let go just yet. She left. Thinking it would be best to perhaps stroll around the city, how she wish to see the sky line later on. Something to distract her, coffee. Just around the corner a small yet subtle coffee shop caught Milena's green eyes. It's been a while since she'd been inside a coffee shop, ages ago. She used to love coffee, since the effect is always different on her. Rather than making her feel awake, it made her sleepy. Entering the said coffee shop and taking a seat at the nearest table from the door. When the waiter handed the coffee, she started to read it over and finally ordered a Caffe macchiato. Something to wash out the smell of alcohol inside her mouth, she handed the menu back and leaned on her chair. Watching and observing the people around them, only a few groups of old and young New Yorkers. It felt nice having a vacation like this, of course it wouldn't last long. She just really needed a break from everything and once her mind starts to refresh on it's own then it will be alright.

Milena sat there waiting for her coffee, waiting for the whole world to suck her in. For the past months, years she's been alone, spending her time with herself and no one more. It made her feel devastated at some point but she was used to it, she didn't need someone to fill her up. Milena enjoyed being alone on her own. Then again she's here in New York, New York! A place she'd read only in magazine, where she once dreamed of performing on broad way. Could it still be? For one of her dreams to come true, she'll definitely see for herself tomorrow morning. As he order arrived, Milena tried her best to smile back at the waiter. Surprisingly it didn't failed, this time. She always made it to a point to smile for some people, her smile has limited stocks as they say. It's only back in Paris where she can truly be herself, though New York seems to be a wonderful place to change too. Such a beautiful night, filled with stars above. How she wish to share this special night with someone, anyone that could finally make her smile.
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[Severin Matthias]

Though being a seventh year in Salem had its disadvantages, Severin Matthias however had a break from school and he was well on his way to the Big Apple, or New York City. He came here frequently, always with someone but this time he was alone. This was the way he wanted it to be. He was riding a train from his home to the big city, in hope of writing something to be published into another magazine. His writings were often found in those magazines and poetic books, though no one really acknowledged his greatness, and for that he was deeply ashamed at society for not recognizing what a genius he was. Living in the United States, separate from his entire family, felt nice. The home that his dad lived in was now his. Well, his until his graduated and then they were going to sell it to make some money. Then apparently his dad wanted him to move to a country where the rest of the Matthias clan went, to New bloody Zealand. What continent was that anyway? He didn't want to stay there. He finally had his citizenship, and his dad wanted him to move all the way to New Zealand? No, that was not happening. Since he was almost graduated, he wanted to travel. He didn't know where to, but one of his brothers was actually in Africa. The nicest of them were, well, second nicest. By the time the train arrived to the big city and Severin climbed from it, suffering from mild motion sickness, it was night time. Severin had mace on him in case something happened. Oh and his wand too. There was something he could smell. Pretzels? Maybe. He walked out of the station and decided to walk around the streets a bit. There were so much traffic, he did not think that having a taxi would be worth the trouble. So there he was, walking around, seeing the familiar sights but there was one place that he had always wanted to travel to, but it had fallen down after he was born. The twin towers. Though he could probably fly up to the height on a broom when no one is looking. He started to go over that in his mind, and he continued to walk, his hands in his pocket and humming a lovely tune that he heard while he was on the train. His dad would hate the fact that Severin was more like a muggle every day now, but he just loved it.

The Salem student remembered something big. The coffee shops here were amazing. He didn't want to go to a Starbucks since he worked at one. But he found one eventually, and it was small but it was nice. Severin walked in and he immediately took off his jacket so that the warmth of the coffee shop exceeded the use for the jacket. He was legal to drink in the wizarding world, but not legal in the United States, apparently. His amber eyes avoided the ones that were not used to his eye color. It was highly unusual in the muggle world, but it seemed to be less unusual in the magical world. All of his relatives have the same amber eyes. There was something in his genetics or something that altered it completely. Severin decided to order a latte before he took a seat at an empty table in the corner, by a window yet completely alone. Severin took a sip of his latte before he got out his mini laptop and he started to type on it, writing down his poems, before he peeked over at a girl that was also alone. She couldn't be that much older than him, if she was older at all. He couldn't tell where someone was from, unless they went to his school. She had some cool green eyes, and he started to write a poem about the color of emerald, and somehow it turned into a love poem. He seemed to be really good at them, but he would never let someone read his personal poems that he wrote based on what he saw. He would be quite embarrassed. He was half way through with it when he decided to make conversation with the girl, "Hey there, beautiful night huh?" His accent was a mix of Boston, with a hint of Russian but not too much. He knew Russian as a language, but he rarely spoke it. His father had a heavier accent than he did, so he was not able to understand nearly as much as he could Americans. Severin gave the girl a smile, and his amber eyes seemed to dance like flames. He was a wizard, but the last thing he wanted to do was to scare away a muggle. He would talk and befriend anyone he wanted to, but one would have to overlook the fact that he could be a bit arrogant. He was not going to open up willingly, since there were very few that knew who he was, but didn't know what all he wrote about. He dreamed of writing poems and rehearsing them to a love one, a gorgeous blonde, or a handsome man. He was fine with either. Though right now, his attention was on the blonde here in the cafe shop, alone.​

 

[Milena La Fleur]

In the midst of spending her night alone, Milena wondered if there's chance to meet a foreigner or anyone that can help her seek something within. Usually staying inside a coffee shop would lead to nothing that productive, unless if you have friends to spend your time with. And with Milena, she didn't need friends even before. Forever labeled as loner, she sat there sipping her coffee, minding her own business and letting her mind wander off. Until she heard someone, a stranger talker to her. Well, isn't that a shock? She faced him, this time trying to just be herself, she didn't want to smile as it might fail just like before. Among the rest of the people here having coffee, why her? She couldn't care less, it would be nice after all to spend her night with someone. "Certainly." she replied, trying to smile. Now this particular guy didn't looked that bad, from the looks of it they were on the same age or maybe one of them is older or younger. Dreamy with a nice smile. She couldn't say no to such guy, after she wanted to have a new perspective in life. Where she can mingle with both muggles and wizards of her kind. Though the there are a lot of things to consider, like what to say next to the stranger, should she invite him to join her?

Milena didn't know, with hers of being a loner and not socializing with other people, it left her alone and clueless of what to do. It now depends on the male stranger, she stayed there beaming a smile that let her green bold eyes shine. The silence made her feel uncomfortable, "Are you from here? New York?" she asked her French accent obvious. She could feel embarrass towards her question, was it to personal or was it lame? In her mind, she wanted to explode. Eighteen and still, clueless on how to start a conversation and how to let it progress. Crossing her legs to the other side, Milena took her last sip of coffee and waited for the stranger to reply, in between letting her eyes wander off to the rest of the people inside the coffee shop. Feeling a lot h3ll nervous, that someone is near her and actually talking to her, she didn't know how to move.

Out of Character:

I'm so sorry it's short. I swear to make it up to you on my next post.

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[Severin Matthias]

The fact that the girl even acknowledged his words was invitation enough. He just prayed that she would not be one of those that would play hard to get, but really sucked at it. Severin, with his fingers tracing the edge of the laptop, could not resist smiling at the girl. Showing off his pearly whites. He just hoped that she was not one of those stuck up snobs that thought that she was better than everyone else. He was always one of those, so why make it worse? Severin closed the laptop, and he put it into his little bag that he carried around with him. Was it so bad that he was thinking of switching tables, without even her giving him the chance to? Well, perhaps, but Severin was also one of those guys that thought that he was one of the best things that happened since sliced bread. With his looks and his words, he could almost rule this world! In his humble opinion. However despite his confidence and his looks, as well as his employment, he was not knee deep in women, or men. For that matter, he actually never got intimate at all. He was saving himself for Mister Right, or Miss Right. Whichever. Severin was opinion minded. However when she asked if he was here from New York, he caught her accent. French. He was not fond of the French at all. Not allowing his facial expressions betray him, he thought, 'Now now, always give a pretty girl a chance. French or not.' He never told anyone why he disliked those people. He always had, and more than likely, always will. He doubted that he would ever set a foot in that place. Everywhere else seemed fine as long as it was not poor or something, but otherwise, he would avoid France like it had the black plague. Putting her question on hold, Severin got out of his seat, and he crossed over to sit with the girl that had caught his attention. "I'm definitely not from New York, but I travel here frequently. I live in Salem, Massachusetts."

Telling a woman where he lived did not seem like a bad idea. Now giving her an address, that would be a little off putting. Basically a neon sign that read, "Come murder me or kidnap me!" Severin was not about to do that anyway. Since after this year, he did not know where he was going to be living. He just wanted to do what he wanted, and then be free to become a famous artist or fashion designer. Or even both. "May I inquire where you are from? And possibly a name as well. Mine would be Severin Matthias." One thing he was not aware of was the fact that she once went to school with a younger brother of his. But the chances of her knowing of him were slim to none. His family had not made a name for themselves even. If Metrophanes had kept his name and last name, Severin would have been a Hensel, and that was a lot more well-known in Russia. However for now, he did not even know who he was talking to, and if she were a muggle or a witch. It was not something he could just ask flat out, since what if she were a muggle? Then he would have a lot of explaining to do. Not just to her, but to the Ministry for revealing the magical world or something. He did not know how all of that worked, he preferred to stay out of the Ministry business. Politics was not his thing.​

Out of Character:

Haha it is okay. Happens to all of us

 

[Milena La Fleur]

Now, the former Slytherin didn't want to let her icy tongue or her nasty mood take over. It was a new year, a new life for her after Hogwarts. She wanted to redeem herself, well at the same time still preserving her old self of course. Milena could leave without muttering a word, or ignore the boy but for some obvious reasons she decided to stay and connect. It wasn't easy being nice, not anymore but swallowing her pride, Milena made her best effort to sound friendly in front of the stranger. In which doesn't involve glaring and swearing inside her mind, not all people loved French people. As there's a saying 'French people are rude', it isn't her fault if she's French. There's no one to blame except for those who're superficial and all, she stayed and watched the stranger fix his things. No one can resist her, at least that's what she remembered and all. "Come on, hang in there." she thought, as she traced the edge of her now empty glass. It would be better to order something else if she's going to communicate more, but it would depend on the unnamed guy. Biting her lips, as she waited for the boy to speak. Milena slowly looked at her environment, muggles. "Salem, interesting." she muttered. She had never been to the said place, but back in Hogwarts she heard a few students gossiping about the place, like it's interesting and stuff. Milena on the other hand, didn't want to expand it further on. Hoping to change the topic, the blonde ordered another coffee, a signal for her to stay. "Paris, France." Milena answered. As she waited for her new order, the lady faced him to get a clearer view of his face. "Milena La Fleur. It's pleasure meeting you here." she answered, offering her hand for a shake. She didn't know if this is the same greeting people would exchange, but Merlin! They're in New York, a hand shake will surely do.

It would be her first time to hear the name Severin Matthias, she could perhaps recall a person with the same surname back in Hogwarts but during her days, she didn't notice anyone at all. There were no exceptions for her, now is different of course. Taking a quick look at him, Milena noticed that he wasn't really half bad, he's rather attractive though. Blondes, brunettes, gingers, it didn't mattered to her as long as they weren't gay of course. In which she wondered if Severin's gay but from the looks of it, he's not gay as others would be and if he was, why would he be talking to her right now? Shaking her thoughts away, Milena decided to start a conversation, a new topic to talked about. "Any particular reason that brought you here in New York?" she asked, hoping her question didn't sound too personal to ask. It wasn't that Milena liked being nosy, she's just curios. A few minutes later, her ordered arrived. Steaming hot, Milena took a sip. Ignoring the boiling water touching her lips, she was always used to the heat of hot steaming coffee, much more with tea. At first she wanted to empty her cup, but knowing it wasn't of a good thing to do. Milena left her half cup on the counter, while waiting for Severin's answer. In her mind, she wondered what would happen after this, would they be friend, enemies? No one knows. No one can answer.
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[Severin Matthias]

Severin blinked his amber eyes when she said that she was from France, Paris of all places. He knew that place, where Amara wanted to go. Severin told her he would think about it, but truth be told, he never wanted to go there. Not even with her. There was no way. Severin would not be able to stomach it. So she might be swept off her feet up there, by some French beau that might treat her as nasty as James will. He didn't even know if they had broken up or not. Whatever, it was not any of his business. "I've never been to France. Lovely language though. Truth be told, I don't think France can measure against New York in my eyes. However it is all just a matter of opinion," mused the amber eyed boy. Severin had a grudge, but he told no one why. No one in this world knew why Severin hated that country so much. His mother was Russian, and she did a load on his dad. So anything, one would think that he hated the Russian women. However that was not the case. He would give this lovely woman, Milena La Fleur a shot though. She could very well change his opinion around. He cast her a charming smile before he reached out and took her hand into his own, before he leaned forward a lightly kissed the top of her hand. "And the pleasure is all mine, Milena. I am relieved to spend a few moments with someone that isn't so...dreary," Severin smiled. That was something with him, Severin only spent his time around people that seemed remotely intriguing. Someone that could hold his interest. Taking his hand from hers, he took a drink of his own drink, and he wondered if she would keep his interest for very long.

When asked why he was brought here, he thought over the words. Well, he didn't want to sound gay. He liked guys, but he liked girls too. Severin sighed and he answered, "Oh you know, the shops. The cafes here are wonderful. It is a good break away from the responsibilities at home. I work at a Starbucks, and I will tell you right now, this place kicks mine to the curb." He paused for a moment, before adding in, "This is the city of lights. The parties are here, the dancing is wonderful, the fashion is just amazing. It is pure, unadulterated freedom." That was the best way to describe why he was here. He loved this place, and he would probably live here if he could. But he wanted to travel for a while. He wondered if she was here for the same reason, or if there was something personal going on. He would not mind either way, he just wanted to know. Severin was one of those types that could talk for ages, but never reveal much about himself. "What brings you here, all the way from Europe?" asked Severin. He wondered if it was true about European girls. If they really did things that American girls didn't do. He allowed his mind to wonder on that, but it was not like he was looking for anything like that. Just curious to see if that rumor was true or not. It would be funny in a way. However he was simply here to find some freedom, maybe make a couple of friends, charm some people before he left the city for another month or two. It was all in good fun, but friendships tend to last longer, even for him.​