CITY LIGHTS.

nesta florentino || xvi || hufflepuff i look in the mirror and i try to 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯. my head full of terror from the games i played so well, i try to { see clearer }, i try to forget the fires i started. i try to be nearer to where you are

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marigold,

  “don’t be silly,” goldie chuckled as she followed nesta, retying her jumper around her waist before reclining in the seat across from her friend. “…but we could walk everywhere today …or maybe we could rent bicycles. do you know how to ride a bike? either way, we’ve got to keep things knees up after we eat.” the blonde insisted. “i feel like i lost my M A R B L E S, if i eat too much sugar then skive off on moving about…”

     nesta rested her elbow on the table, placing her chin in the palm of her hand as goldie spoke. " si, we can most definitely walk everywhere- and yes, i know how to ride a bike. " the lilac haired witch chuckled, eyes shifting toward the door every now and then to see if their treats were being brought out. " i usually just get hyper when i consume too much sugar, so walking around will be good. "

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jay,

        “i feel like you’re being sarcastic, but uh, it’s alright.” jay laughed a bit. “i guess that depends on if you have a GOOD reason. why? what’s up with you.” he asked the purple haired witch curiously.

      " i have an essay thats a bit late for history of magic and i need to get it done, but it might run into practice time. " she sighed, folding her arms over her chest.

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rene,

“Oh. Th-That sounds like a lot of fun. D-Do you come here a lot?”

     " during the summer, i usually stay here for a month or so, yeah. "

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sterling,

Sterling pulled a face. “Yikes. Someone’s a poor sport.”

      " yikes! someone uses sarcasm as a defense mechanism. "

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delaney,

@ncstas           “     don’t think of this as if i’m complaining,     but     …    your cat left an ugly scar on my arm.     i still would pet it,    though.     ”

     " i'm so sorry! " nesta sighed, running a hand through her hair. " to be fair, i did warn you. "

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rene,

“Oh, wow.” Rene’s eyes widened. “I’m not very good at k-keeping track of that kind of stuff. How–How come you go to Hogwarts then?”

         " my dad works as the italian ambassador in the british ministry, so we live in england and the product of that is my siblings and i attending hogwarts. "

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sterling,

Sterling chuckled. “I just mean that I think people can enjoy the food here and enjoy the other parts of Italy as well. I doesn’t have to be one or the other, you know?”

         nesta huffed, rolling her eyes. " whatever you say. "

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jay,

“–i said that my best friend is italian, not that i SPEAK italian.”

         " well, excuse me for misunderstanding. " she shrugged, placing her hands on her hips. " so, on a scale of one to red in the face, how mad do you think flitwick would be if i showed up a teensy bit late to orchestra? "

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marigold,

           goldie s m i l e d at the employee; probably the only universal thing she could do in this instance, that the person would understand, and vice versa. her eyes met nesta’s. “sounds ace, but if we’re drinking caffeine, we’ll have to burn it off somehow.” the blonde said excitedly. “might wanna bare that in mind for where we go next.”

         " excellent. " she turned back to henrietta, who was her...third cousin? second? either way, some cousin from her mother's side of the family, and finished rattling off the order, before turning and heading towards one of the decorative tables out on the porch of the shop. " and how would you have us burn it off, goldie? gonna make me run a marathon? " she teased, laughter following as she took a seat in the iron chair, fiddling with a lilac curl.

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rene,

“I li-like the way the country l-looks.”

         " it is simply beautiful. i grew up here, you know. my uncle is the minister for magic. " she proudly beamed, grinning over at rene.

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marigold,

       goldie held the door open from behind nesta,  o c e a n i c  hues flickering around to take in her surroundings. her nose was almost immediately assaulted with the sweet aromas the shop possessed. goldie grinned. “brilliant,” she said, bouncing on the tips of her trainers as she stepped up to eye the pastries behind the glass. “i’ll just let you order,” goldie told nesta, her mouth already salivating as she stepped behind the shorter hufflepuff.

         " works for me, " nesta grinned as she approached the counter, greeted by a friendly, familiar smile. " ciao, henrietta. può il mio amico e mi prego di ottenere due sfogliatelle e... " she turned to goldie with a warm smile. " would you like an affogato? it's like...this coffee drink? with ice cream in it? "

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sterling,

“Doesn’t mean you can’t have it both ways.”

          " for a ravenclaw, you are not making much sense. " she huffed, throwing her hands up in the air in an exasperated gesture.

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phineas,

“merlin’s pants, nesta. so defensive. i thought we were friends after our heartfelt and lengthy exchange in italy.” he laughed, reminiscing his drunken night showing up at her and goldie’s door. “what do you mean, ‘no time for my antics’? i can’t imagine you’re that busy.” he teased, running a hand through his hair. “anyway. just wanted to know. did goldie — did she say anything about me the remainder of the trip?” he tried to act nonchalant as he asked, running a hand through his hair, looking off across the corridor.

         she shot him an unimpressed glare, jutting her hip out to the side. " not defensive. just irritated, and not in the mood. " nesta rolled her eyes, though her lips quirked up ever so slightly in, dare she say, amusement? that amusement quickly dissipated at the question he aired, a rather DRAMATIC sigh sounding from her lips. " no. did you expect her to? " she raised her eyebrows, uncrossing her arms to place her hands on her hips.

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marigold,

          “oh, okay.” did goldie actually look disappointed at this revelation? “tom and dick …sick.” she added with a smile, as if it was something everyone should know. she followed alongside nesta, looking at all of the storefronts they were passing by. “…well, i don’t want to be rude,” she said quickly. “so, i’ll accept the treat … thanks, nesta.” goldie stuffed her hands in the pocket of her jumper. “how much further is it?”

         " not much further, actually. " nesta glanced back at goldie again, a bright grin plastered on her lips. " in fact, we're here! " she halted infront of a small confectionary shop, letting go of goldie to clasp her hands together, bouncing up and down on her toes once again. " come on! " she surged through the front door, the scent of fresh pastries and other desserts hitting her, bringing forth a sigh from the lilac haired witch. this...this was home to her.

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(( &. @phinecs ))

          " what do you want, finn? " the liac haired witch questioned with raised eyebrows, folding her arms over her chest at the sight of the gryffindor. it was OBVIOUS that she was still irritated with him after he'd drunkenly stolen away her roommate and disrupted her beauty sleep back in italy-- the unamused expression she wore told it all. " i don't have time for your antics, today. "

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marigold,

    “so, it has fish in it? or is it shaped like a fish?” goldie questioned. she wasn’t DAUNTEDby either possibility. she had a weird penchant for liking things, even if they were sort of gross. the golden blonde fondly rolled her eyes as she was pulled along the streets of italy. “oh…” her expression blanked for a moment. she wasn’t sure she was comfortable with that. “i’d feel a bit tom and dick if you spent all of your galleons on me, nes.” …but she might not be able to afford certain things, otherwise; this showed on her face.

         " no, no fish. " nesta laughed, shaking her head in amusement. " it is called a lobster tail because it is...shaped like one? i think? " she shrugged her shoulders, before confusion settled upon her expression. " a bit...tom and dick? what does that mean? " curiosity colored her tone, eyebrows knitting together as she continued along the cobblestone path. " i wouldn't be spending all my galleons, goldie. it would be no trouble, but i will not if you would rather pay yourself. "