Sebastian Rossi
Well-Known Member
- Messages
- 582
- Wand
- Straight 14" Rigid Aspen Wand with Essence of Belladonna Core
- Age
- 1/2008
For the past week, Sebastian's grandmother had been insisting that he clean his room for the arrival of their guest, claiming that no girl would want to be anywhere near that filth. Finally, on the day of Trilby's arrival, Sebastian had decided to take the wise woman's advice after not being able to locate his Converse, which turned up under a pile of clothers after a search that had lasted nearly ten minutes. Although it hadn't taken very long since he was now free to use magic whenever he wished now that he was of age, the task had helped to keep his mind off of the fact that in only a short period of time, his grandmother would finally get to meet his girlfriend.
Once the room was as clean as it was going to get, Sebastian dressed quickly and ran down the stairs, not wanting his grandmother to get to the door first if it happened to ring. It was already past noon and he'd told Trilby she could come anytime in the afternoon since he knew he would be up by then. He wanted the chance to greet her in his own way before she was subjected to an interrogation or whatever it was his grandmother wanted to do. "Sebby! Can you come in here?" he heard his grandmother call from the kitchen. As he entered, Sebastian noticed his grandmother behind the counter, cutting and chopping. "Yes, Nonna?" he said as he sat on a stool by the counter. She smiled at him, an amused expression on her face as she stopped mid-cut and pointed her knife at her bag where her money bag flew out and toward him. "We need more bread. Take some galleons and go to the boulangerie." About to protest, Sebastian thought better of it, nodded and left.
He apparated quickly to the bakery, which was at the end of his block and entered, knowing that if it were empty, he could be in and out before Trilby came. Muttering a curse as he saw the line, Sebastian simply shook his head. "Figures..." he muttered to himself as he waited for Madame Fleurmont to select what she wanted. Judging by the faces of both the guy at the counter and the two people in front of him, she seemed to have been at it for a while. "C'mon...c'mon" he mumbled as he turned around and shot a glance down the block to his house. No one yet. Good. Sebastian thought as he turned back to watch Mme. Fleurmont finally appear to make a decision. As she shuffled out of the bakery, Sebastian hoped that the people in front of him would know what they wanted.
Once the room was as clean as it was going to get, Sebastian dressed quickly and ran down the stairs, not wanting his grandmother to get to the door first if it happened to ring. It was already past noon and he'd told Trilby she could come anytime in the afternoon since he knew he would be up by then. He wanted the chance to greet her in his own way before she was subjected to an interrogation or whatever it was his grandmother wanted to do. "Sebby! Can you come in here?" he heard his grandmother call from the kitchen. As he entered, Sebastian noticed his grandmother behind the counter, cutting and chopping. "Yes, Nonna?" he said as he sat on a stool by the counter. She smiled at him, an amused expression on her face as she stopped mid-cut and pointed her knife at her bag where her money bag flew out and toward him. "We need more bread. Take some galleons and go to the boulangerie." About to protest, Sebastian thought better of it, nodded and left.
He apparated quickly to the bakery, which was at the end of his block and entered, knowing that if it were empty, he could be in and out before Trilby came. Muttering a curse as he saw the line, Sebastian simply shook his head. "Figures..." he muttered to himself as he waited for Madame Fleurmont to select what she wanted. Judging by the faces of both the guy at the counter and the two people in front of him, she seemed to have been at it for a while. "C'mon...c'mon" he mumbled as he turned around and shot a glance down the block to his house. No one yet. Good. Sebastian thought as he turned back to watch Mme. Fleurmont finally appear to make a decision. As she shuffled out of the bakery, Sebastian hoped that the people in front of him would know what they wanted.