You can call me Marcello

[Marcello Marino]

Marcello groan at his ice skating coach. "I've landed my triple flip!" The teacher of his hand been strict, he wouldn't let him rest even though he was exhausted. "That's it I'm done! And I'm not coming back until my heart said so!" He groan as he stroke towards the bench and wipe the blade of his. He took his blue blade guard and enter his locker room. It had been years now, he hadn't been able to meet his cousins, the Romanes twins. After he took a shower, he got dress and leave the place as he stroll down the street. Everything around him reminded him of his cousins including Stefano who moved to France due to his school. He wasn't sure if Stefano would be in Beauxbaton or not, he had heard rumors that Stefano would be in the same school as Marcello. He sigh as he continued walking with his skates on his hands.

He then stopped by at his favorite cafe, it was a small cafe and used to be the best cafe back then but not anymore. Marcello used to go there with his cousins and sister. "Good morning Andria! How are you doing?" He greeted her. "One latte please" He ordered, not long enough it was served in front of him, he took it as he smiled. "Thank you" He thanked her as he walk towards the outdoor seat and sat there as he drank his latte. Sometimes he would meet twins on the street and that remind him of his cousin. He couldn't believe how much he had missed them especially Stefano, his buddy. He had missed arguing with him about girls.

 

[Lawrence Andrew Cavell]

Enzo was obviously bored that day, though he wasn't ready to give up flirting with girl not now. As he was walking by as he saw a small cafe along the street. He then entered the cafe, wandering his eyes around looking for girls to have a chat with but there was no one interesting at all. He was a bit lifeless at the moment, not aware there was a boy seated on a table for two. Enzo sat on the chair staring at he windows plainly, waiting for someone to ask his order. He then sighed waiting for a girl to come in the cafe. It took him a couple of minutes to notice that there was boy with him in one table. Enzo looked at him and said "Hey"[/b ]then smirked, he was obviously not in the mood and somehow needed to get his energy back.

 

[Marcello Marino]

((wait... Is this in France/ Italy? oh well.. Italy it is haha))

Marcello had been starring at the crowd for nearly an hour now. He was surprised when he heard a male voice somewhere near him, turned out to be a lad sitting on the other chair. "Bonjour" He greeted in French not sure if he was French or not. Marcello had been taking French lesson lately due to the school of his that requires him to be able to speak in French. He was extremely talented in language, he could several languages fluently although he had Italian accent in each of them except French.

He sipped a latte of his and smiled at the lad beside him. He felt stupid that he greeted the boy in French. "Ciao mi chiamo Marcello (my name is Marcello)" He introduced him self and started to wonder if the boy could understand him since there were a lot of British people in that place and Marcello had been bumping on those who didn't understand Italian, but there was no harm in trying.

 

[Lawrence Andrew Cavell]

(Were in Europe)

Enzo heard the boy speak French but he knew he was Italian just like he's cousin and uncles. As he spoke again it was now Italian. Every Summer Enzo would go to Italy to spend time with his cousin ,uncles and aunts. Piacere per incontrarLa, io sono Enzo he replied to him as he yawn hoping it wasn't rude to do that in front of him.

 

[Marcello Marino]

Marcello was quite shocked when the boy could speak Italian. "The pleasure's all mine" He said and sipped the latte of his. Marcello didn't mind that the boy yawned, it wasn't a polite thing to do but he wasn't Stefano so he wouldn't care. He did that a lot in front of his cousins just to annoy them. "By the way... Do you want me to speak in English? Or Italian?" He asked still in Italian, he loved the language since English wasn't his mother language so sometime he would struggle but he was good at it, at least he was better than the Romanes twins.

Marcello was definitely looking forward to go back to Beauxbaton, he hated training for hours and got bruises from it. And he was hoping to meet his cousin when he got himself back to his school although sometimes he wanted to go to Hogwarts New Zealand along with the Romanes twins. Perhaps next fall? He wasn't sure, it was all up to his parents.

 

[Lawrence Andrew Cavell]

Enzo covered his mouth, he then shake his head to keep his mind open. "I prefer english" even though he could speak Italian he wasn't much fond of it. He even hated it when his cousin talk in Italian when they could speak English in London, but among the family his cousin Raff was the one who speaks English around him that much. "So I haven't see you around Dumstrang so you must be at Beauxbatons?right?he asked him as he was stretching his arms and legs.

 

[Marcello Marino]

Marcello nodded after he he was asked if he was in Beauxbatons. "Exactly" He said proudly, some people would say that the school wasn't a good place but it was the best school he could ever go although sometimes he wanted to be in Hogwarts New Zealand so that he could tease his cousins. "My English is ummm not good so erm... Sorry" He struggled, he was good in English but wasn't as good as those English speakers.

"Are you Italian?" He asked randomly, he wasn't sure if he was since he prefer speaking in English. But there was no harm in asking him about it. He shut his eyes as he felt the wind blew, he loved the feeling of it and that was why he loved skating, the cold weather lighten his mood and that was one awkward fact.

 

[Lawrence Andrew Cavell]

Enzo didn't care what school you came from, it's your personality that counts for him. As he was done stretching he heard Marcello's words. "It's fine, I'm not Italian but my some of my uncle's are Italian" he said. Enzo was a bit confused that Marcello asked him if he was Italian when it was obvious that he was English, the way Enzo's accent was obviously English. Though who know and cares any ways. It was a bit too windy that day, the windows were open.

 

[Marcello Marino]

Marcello felt stupid for asking the lad beside him if he was Italian. "Oh... Right" He said awkwardly and scratch his head and sipped his latte. "So erm... You're from England?" He asked randomly, he was assuming that the boy was English since he had an accent unlike Marcello who spoke like Italian. Marcello had never spend his time in England that much, he was always in France or Italy along with his parents or cousin. But due to his school, he had to stay in France.

 

[Lawrence Andrew Cavell]

"London particularly is awesome" he said as he raised his right leg to his left leg as it was bent. He wandered around his eyes looking if he knew somebody around the cafe. "Ive been to Italy so I have really no questions about it" he said as he gave him a smirk. Enzo wasn't sure to ask next to him ,he wasn't the type of guy who is that interested with chatting with guys unless the two of them becomes close or something. As he waited for his reaction enzo started to stretch his arms once more looking at the window plainly.

 

[Marcello Marino]

Marcello didn't ask him if London was good or not, he didn't really care since he had been there before. He felt awkward around this lad and he didn't know why. "Well I have to go" He smiled as he lifted his skates giving the lad an idea that he had to either rest or practice. "Nice talking to you" He smiled at him and threw his latte to the garbage and walk away from him.