France In Summer

[Corella Ashley]

Corella Ashley loved the streets of Paris on a warm summers day. Her wallet was on her wrist, kept close to her in case of a pick pocket, or in case the strap broke. She had just been crossing through a side alley, the bakery she walked by wafted amazing scents into her nose. She only looked away from her path for a moment when her left shoe was caught in a small crack in the cobblestone, and a sickening crack beneath her feet caused her to stumble "Non!" She nearly shouted, seeing the broken heel left behind. "It's okay..." She muttered to herself, trying to smile, as she picked the broken black stiletto out of the place that had caused it to snap. Corella then took her shoes off, choosing to carry them. She rounded the corner of the bakery in hopes to head back home. She could change shoes and then go shopping as she'd had planned.

While crossing the way by the bakery, she couldn't help but feel she'd heard something behind her nearly make a tearing sound. It wasn't until she'd stepped a foot or so away and her skirt was pulled backwards that she realized what was going on. Her skirt was caught on a spot of pipe behind her. People walked by watching her tug on the skirt before it finally came loose by ripping, and she tumbled over into a passerby. "Oh!" She hollered, trying to catch herself on the way down, only to land her hand on a rock. "Dear God, ouch!" She whispered, before looking up at the person she'd fallen into, and speaking in French. "I'm so sorry!" She said, moving to stand back up, in hopes to end her continued list of accidents with a good note.

 

[Vicenzo Antolini]

The sweet summer heat bore down on the teen's face as he wandered between the streets, having just recently graduated from Beauxbatons, the teen was enjoying the little morsels of freedom which this granted him. He had been looking to get a job, or go to university, he did really want to do a course in Art History, but the thought of spending so much time among muggles wasn't altogether appealing. Even if it was muggleborns that Vicenzo had an issue with really, he had time to decide and for now, he was just spending some time with his Paris friends, within their great city. Vicenzo spent most of his time at the art galleries, he could spend hours in them, and most of the time while the others slept he did. He was heading in the direction of one now, choosing to travel down the smaller streets, the back alleys once having gotten off the metro and heading in the general direction of where he needed to go. Opting to avoid the magical areas of the city, since the man had no desire to go to those, it wasn't that he didn't like magic, the teen had done well on his NEWTS, but he just didn't want to right now.

Crossing the street, the teen stopped and pulled out his box of cigarettes and pulled one out from within the packet, placing it on his lips as he then put the packet away again, feeling the rest of his pockets until he found his lighter and lighting the cigarette. He took in a deep breathe and then continued on down the street. It was nice to be in Paris he mused, it felt good, the warm sun, the soft sounds of Paris, those smells which he'd found revolting on his first few days seemingly better now. He rounded a corner, not far now from where he actually wanted to be, and out of nowhere someone fell straight into him. It took all of his might to not fall over, and he was fairly glad that he didn't lose the cigarette in his mouth as the woman, it appeared, stood back up, he looked at her as she did so, she was familiar. He knew her from somewhere, he was sure of it, "It's fine," he muttered in French with a faint tone of annoyance directed at this woman. He glanced her over, and realised that she'd likely gotten her skirt caught, if the back of it was anything to go by, "Did you hurt yourself? I mean, aside from your pride," he asked her, his tone hinting that he didn't really care though he was asking, which Vicenzo would claim was purely out of politeness, he didn't really care if she was hurt.
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[Corella Ashley]

Corella glanced up at the man, whom seemed to be a bit more upset than she was. Or perhaps he constantly looked like that. If Corella was completely honest with her self, she did not often read people's emotions correctly. This sometimes got her into trouble, and was the reason she began assuming nothing of someone's expressions. She once again laughed, coughing slightly as she inhaled some of the smoke from the end of his cigarette. She was not about to be rude about his smoking, as ninety percent of those walking by had cigarettes as well. It was the brunette girl's choice not to smoke them, though she thought her brother did as well occasionally. Corella, now hearing the man's jest, waved a hand dismissively and laughed. She picked the end of her skirt up and examined it for a moment before shrugging and dropping it back into place and smoothing it over.

"I suppose it could have been worse!" She spoke with a cheerful look, eyes closed partially as she smiled. "I am sorry for running into you though, that really was my mistake." She looked over the man, whom seem to be unharmed at least. And she supposed he would be, she didn't weigh much and wasn't too strong when it came to pushing someone from a fall. Still, Corella felt rather terrible for it and offered, "Would you like some coffee? It's the least i can do to apologize." She had some spare money from her brother's allowance to her and thus was able to buy if she pleased. "Or maybe a scone?"

 

[Vicenzo Antolini]

Vicenzo watched the woman carefully, the cigarette sitting on his lips, at this point even his parents knew that he smoked, there was definitely no point in hiding it, and much less in this situation. There was a frown on his face as he watched the girl, as she managed to get herself free and then was flattening her skirt as if that was going to make the massive tear just disappear, typical of those muggle types, just so pathetic. Yet, Vicenzo was going to spending all of his time with them, he was going to be at university with a bunch of them, but the teen didn't care about that in this situation. He was doing what he wanted, and that was it, the man took the cigarette out of his mouth as she began speaking, blowing the smoke out slowly as he just nodded, shaking his head in a dismissive way, since he didn't really care about it. This wasn't the worst thing that might've happened to him today. Enzo smiled at her even to show that there wasn't any harm, and she didn't need to be apologising.

When she continued, clearly feeling back about it, the man just shrugged in agreement, "You don't need to but sure," he then noted that she had broken the hell on one of her shoes, he wondered if the polite thing for him to do was offer shoes, "I don't like scones," he took a small drag of the cigarette and blew out the smoke, before motioning to her feet, "Listen you want my shoes or something? I'd feel bad if you had to walk in shoes with a broken heel," he offered motioning between her feet and his own, normally he wouldn't do anything, but he didn't think they'd get anywhere far if she was wearing shoes like that. Vicenzo had perfectly fine shoes, though he assumed he had much larger feet, it would still be better than walking around with her broken heels, he didn't even mind the idea of walking around without shoes, well not that much, "I don't mind, not really," he put the cigarette in his mouth as he waited for either rejection or confirmation as to if he'd have to take his shoes off.
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[Corella Ashley]

Corella continued to smile, and even waved her hand with a giggle dismissivly at his comment. "I also didn't need to run into you!" She spoke honestly, as she could have probably avoided it. Besides, it was a lovely day and many cafe's had outdoor seating. Corella would truly give anything to just sip a cold drink on the lovely day. The sun on her locks and face always made her even more merry than she generally was - which took a lot of effort if someone were to think about it. "Besides all of that, I would love some coffee and some company. It's so rare I meet new people and make new friends. I know everyone i go to school with - well practically everyone. The one's i don't know just don't come out of their rooms. I don't know how anyone could spend the day like that though. Do you?" Finally hushing her voice, Corella gave the taller man a chance to speak.

"Trade shoes?" Corella giggled at the thought, looking at his shoes. "I think my feet might just fall out of those. I will just not wear any." She slipped the heels off, her overly small feet padding the ground for a minute as she got used to the warm, gravel feel between her toes. She then took a few steps forward, walking backwards to look at the man whom she'd now befriended. "I'm Corella by the way! You are?" She asked him politely. If they were to be friends after all she'd probably need to know his name.

 

[Vicenzo Antolini]

Vicenzo bit back the comment which lingered on his lips as she said she hadn't meant to run into him, seeing as if she'd had they would be having a very different conversation, Enzo didn't have much patience with people and had she intentionally run into him, there would be no way he would stay and talk to her. But, it seemed like he wouldn't even have to do any talking, because here she was talking, talking and he sort of understood the roommate who opted to stay in their room rather than listen to babbling of this girl. He blew the smoke out of his mouth and then gave a small shrug, "I can understand the need for peace," he replied in his perfect french, "They aren't worth your time, I'm sure," he told her, an emphasis placed on the word worth. Vicenzo was not a blood purist, as a mixed blood he couldn't be, but he definitely felt a desire for hierarchy and there being a place for everyone in the grand scheme of things. If this girl didn't want to speak to this other girl then it wasn't worth anyone's time pursuing it and let natural selection take it's course.

At her giggle, when he'd offered her his shoes he shook his head in slightly disbelief, instead of lingering on it, opting to take a long drag of the cigarette as she proceed to explain why and then take off her shoes, he couldn't understand why she was doing that, were his shoes really going to fall off? He looked skeptically at this strange girl in front of him, "If you're sure, the streets of Paris may be the cleanest in the world but they are not spotless," he told her, implying that should she want his shoes all she had to do was ask. The girl seemed pretty happy to just walk without and who was he to really question it, instead he just followed her lead as she introduced herself, "Vicenzo," he replied, "You smoke?" he offered her the packet of cigarettes from within his pocket, as he threw away the done cigarette in a nearby bin and proceeded to take out another one.
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