Rephael Matthias
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- 5/2012
Rephael Matthias brushed his blond hair from his eyes as he cooked over the stove. It had been a long time since he had to cook for himself. Today was definitely not the case. Since Belles graduated, she had been staying with him. It was odd since he practically ordered her out of his pub, changed his mind and let her stay in his apartment above the pub. And since that fateful night, she never left. The two fought a lot, and thankfully, no one else resided within the apartment upstairs above the pub otherwise they would have disturbed so many with their fights, as well as their make ups after the fight. Rephael smirked slightly as he turned a pancake over, ensuring the golden color on both sides. He was not a bad cook, and preferred to stay in the kitchen. He was also a mean drink mixer, but that was more or less known now that his pub stayed busy. He even had to hire a couple of people, a manager and a few bar tenders to take care of the place. It quickly became a burden onto one person. Rephael was just relieved that his business finally took off last year.
Setting the completed pile of pancakes to the side, Rephael did not even bother telling Belles that they were finished. Why would he? Rephael did not have the best manners, nor did he seem like he cared. His actions were definitely absurd. People that have seen him would have called him an ass, jerk, selfish prick, any of the above would explain him to the core. Rephael hated a lot, and he let everyone know it. One thing he constantly got tired of hearing was that his uncle, Mikhail Matthias, was now the deputy Minister, and he hated it. Narrowing his amber eyes upon the Daily Prophet, he saw a picture of the two new people leading the country. Groaning, he tossed the Daily Prophet to the wall across from him, and continued to eat at the table in peace. Then again, he could hear Belles walking about, so he knew that the peace would be short lived, especially when the pancakes were getting cold. Pouring a bit more blueberry syrup upon his, he continued in silence. His grumpy expression told how his morning went, but there was utterly no change so far.
Setting the completed pile of pancakes to the side, Rephael did not even bother telling Belles that they were finished. Why would he? Rephael did not have the best manners, nor did he seem like he cared. His actions were definitely absurd. People that have seen him would have called him an ass, jerk, selfish prick, any of the above would explain him to the core. Rephael hated a lot, and he let everyone know it. One thing he constantly got tired of hearing was that his uncle, Mikhail Matthias, was now the deputy Minister, and he hated it. Narrowing his amber eyes upon the Daily Prophet, he saw a picture of the two new people leading the country. Groaning, he tossed the Daily Prophet to the wall across from him, and continued to eat at the table in peace. Then again, he could hear Belles walking about, so he knew that the peace would be short lived, especially when the pancakes were getting cold. Pouring a bit more blueberry syrup upon his, he continued in silence. His grumpy expression told how his morning went, but there was utterly no change so far.