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[sent at 5:01 pm] Please don’t bring anything. When you get here you’ll understand that I have everything you could possibly need. —Val
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the villa | val & james
@jimothypotter
Valentine loved the views from the villa. All of his best memories of his father (before the scandal) were at the villa, or out at sea, bouncing up and down as his father deftly maneuvered the boat up and down the coast. The villa belonged to Val now, a promise his father had kept after he turned 17. It was the place at which he felt most at home. England was lovely, but Italy’s food was far superior. Plus, the deck overlooking the water was his favorite place in the world to write. Especially considering his current project was a book of poetry. It wrote itself from the views he had.
Inviting Potter to the villa had been a risky move. Val was most unguarded surrounded by the sea, his emotions breaking through the dam he had carefully built up for so many years. It was the most personal place he could possibly be. More so than Hogwarts, or home, or London. His roots were here, in every possible way. The artwork had all been handpicked by himself, every piece of decoration combed over meticulously. The fridge was stocked with his favorite foods, the china in the cabinet was handpicked at an auction, even the soap in the bathroom was all a reflection of who he was. He hoped that his instructions had been accurate enough for him to find the place, as it was well hidden from Muggle intrusions.
And Potter would be in it. In moments. He had servants, not House Elves. He preferred to hire local witches and wizards who could speak both Italian and English. It kept him talking in Italian—the language of his grandmother—and English. Currently, they had prepared a spread to welcome their visitor (they were incredibly overjoyed to hear that he was seeing someone outside of his servants), full of fresh fruits, dates, and a proper amount of wine. Val sat still as a statue with a glass of cabernet in his hands, waiting for James.
regandaniels:
Her mood instantly changed. “Yeah, I have a brother, Nathan. If you knew him at school, you definitely didn’t know me,” she scoffed. “He always made sure of that.”
Val knew all about fucked up families. His family was, by the very definition, a mess. “Oh, I didn’t know him well. My dad didn’t really keep with the Slytherin family values. As a Ravenclaw... well, it wasn’t important to me.”
regandaniels:
“Yeah, I just moved back to London. I went back home after I graduated to be with my parents for a bit since they don’t have us, the kids, around anymore. They’re muggles, so I’ve been out of the loop with wizard life for a bit.”
“Right,” Val squinted at Regan. “You don’t happen to have a brother, do you? You look just like someone I used to go to Hogwarts with. Daniels, something.”
jimothypotter:
Jamie: What can I say, it’s been a rough few years.
Jamie: Bring on the Chianti.
Val: Happy to hear it.
Val: Bring your trunks. Or not.
regandaniels:
Regan perked up at the mention of the Italian Renaissance. “Wow, that sounds like a lot going on, but I’d definitely be interested in reading the anthology, especially if it has historical aspects to it.”
“I’ll be sure to send you an autographed copy. Where’re you staying now you’re—as you say—back?”
jimothypotter:
Jamie: I don’t make a habit of falling in love anymore.
Jamie: How far afield are you willing to go for this drink? I’d prefer to steer clear of anywhere that gets featured in the Prophet.
Val: Dark
Val: My family still has a villa in Italy...? That far enough for you?
regandaniels:
“Well it sounds like it must’ve been a really great screenplay if it won so many awards,” she laughed. She remembered something Val said earlier in their conversation– how he didn’t like to associate with the Potter/Weasley group. She wanted to ask more questions but figured it was better not to. “Do you write a specific genre, or is it whatever comes to mind?”
“Right now I’m working on a poetry anthology inspired by the Italian Renaissance. Last book was a murder mystery. I’m all over the map, really. I’m looking to open an artist commune in London. All sorts of art—pottery, painting, sculpture, writing. Art inspires my writing more than anything.”
jimothypotter:
Jamie: Action’s not really my strong suit.
Jamie: But I suppose we could have a long conversation about it. Perhaps over drinks.
Val: I’ll agree to those terms.
Val: You’ll have to try not to fall in love with me, Potter.
regandaniels:
“Right,” Regan could tell he was hiding something, but to be fair, she just met him and definitely wouldn’t be spilling her life secrets either. She had a feeling he was somebody around here, but so was everyone she knew, thanks to Katie & Rose. Still, she was curious and made a mental note to do some research of her own later. “A movie huh?” She shrugged. “Would I have seen it?” She had a feeling she already knew his answer.
“I expect that you would’ve.” He pursed his lips, debating whether or not to speak further. The persona he had crafted so carefully, as someone who had become world renowned overnight, as an artist shrouded in mystery, was one that he wore at all times. Talking about it shattered the illusion. “It won quite a few awards. I’m mostly an author, though.”
jimothypotter:
Jamie & Val • June 6
Jamie: I’m pretty sure that only applies in the US.
Jamie: Plus, you’re going to have to be better than that at not leaving paper trails.
Val: Okay, Potter. Let’s assume you’re correct. What’re you gonna do about it?
Jamie & Val • June 6
Jamie: So I’m cute, huh?
Val: I plead the fifth, Potter. I’m learning from Grayson, see.
regandaniels:
“I didn’t get the Prophet at home so I guess I am a little out of the loop,” she laughed. “I definitely need to talk to Rose because that story is wild.” She paused for a moment, clearly thinking about his sudden offer. “I do, actually. Do you write?”
“You could say that,” the smirk is back on his face. It’s nice, when people don’t know who he is. He’s become accustomed to people fawning over him, which is half the reason why he never comes out of his house anymore. “I wrote a screenplay that went... well... let’s just say it went over well.”
regandaniels:
“Uh…She did what?” Regan blinked in surprise, clearly caught off guard. “Well that’s a good question,” she shrugged. “I don’t know what I’m doing yet, not officially anyway.”
“Do you live under a rock or just not get the Daily Prophet? It’s been in the news for like a week. They had to wipe his memory.” He smiled slightly—just enough to be handsome. “D’you like to read? I need an editor.”
regandaniels:
“Oh sorry! I’m Regan, I’m friends with Rose Weasley…and you are?”
“Rose Granger-Weasley? She’s been in the papers lately, everyone knows her. She fucked the Muggle PM’s son,” he looked Regan up and down surreptitiously, “that would make a good novel, now that I’m thinking about it. Valentine Zabini, proudly not a member of the Weasley-Potter—family. What do you do, Regan?”
regandaniels:
“This is a bit nervewracking out of the blue, but I guess I’m back in town for the foreseeable future. So…Hi?”
“Right... and who are you again?”
