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Sept 14, 2016 9:08:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2016 9:08:07 GMT -7
Oscar couldn’t help but smirk at Anna when she asked if he doubted her good taste. “You English put gravy on everything.” He sniffed. “I do not think that counts as good taste.” The French were in love with their sauces, of course, but gravy was different. He was joking, anyways – Anna’s taste was plenty good, especially her taste in friends, since the two of them were hanging out together. “It is a good thing you do not expect a masterpiece, then.” He said, feeling slightly less pressure to deliver when it came to his crepe preparation. Anna said that she had the day free, and Oscar jumped at the opportunity to get started with his tour right away. “There is no time like the present.” He responded. “We can start now. What is this place?” Ozzy asked, slightly teasing. He knew it was where the students ate, and that it was called the Great Hall, but he didn’t know if there was anything about it that he needed to know, other than that the ceiling was enchanted. He had gotten that far in Hogwarts: A History before the English had begun to hurt his head. He was considering buying a copy in French, but those weren’t as common as one might think, and if he could have the abridged version of the book told to him by Anna, maybe it wasn’t worth the expense.
@annelise
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Sept 14, 2016 17:12:00 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2016 17:12:00 GMT -7
Anna tried to keep the smile off her face as she teasingly glared over at Oscar, but she was pretty sure the corners were turning up against her will. "You need to make up your mind. One minute you're saying I have good taste, then you're saying that since I'm English I don't. Which is it, Oscar?" Anna was losing the battle against the urge to laugh, but she was fighting it fiercely. Maybe she could last until his response. That was her goal.
Anna laughed, "Don't worry, I don't care if my food isn't perfect. As long as it tastes good I'm happy." She shrugged. Anna really wasn't hard to please when it came to food, she liked almost anything. And if she didn't really like something, she was good enough at pretending that most people didn't notice. She really hoped she wouldn't have to pretend for Oscar though. She wanted to like his crepes.
Oscar was teasing her and Anna gave him an are-you-kidding-me look. "So this is how the tour is going to go? Anna what are these? Oh, don't worry, they're just staircases," she couldn't help the dry humor that escaped her without thinking. Then she bit her lip and blushed a little, looking at the table in front of her. There went her mouth, running away with her. Most of the time she controlled it around Oscar and she wasn't sure if he would be offended by this side of her. Oops. Time to try for some damage control, if that was possible. "Uh, sorry, I didn't really mean that," she said, looking up, but not at him. "This is the Great Hall. It's where we eat, I'm pretty sure the Yule Ball will be in here, and the ceiling is enchanted. Other than that, there isn't anything important about this room except all the joy it gives to us during mealtimes." She wanted to look at him, but at the same time she didn't. She did it anyways, giving a small smile at her last comment and finally looking at him apologetically, trying to gauge his thoughts.
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Sept 14, 2016 18:05:39 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2016 18:05:39 GMT -7
Oscar rolled his eyes when Anna said that he needed to make up his mind about whether or not her food tastes were good. “You, Anna, have good taste.” He began slowly. “You, English people, do not.” That was a fairly decent explanation, Oscar thought. There was no saying that both answers couldn’t be correct, after all. Oscar prided himself in his ability to hold two opinions at once – even if both of those opinions were totally wrong.
“Well, it might not taste good…” Oscar said, trailing off. “I would say ninety percent I will make edible food.” The other ten percent was just disastrous, but most of the time, people didn’t even try to eat that food, because it was burnt beyond recognition. Ozzy hoped that Anna would be honest with him about whatever he did make – he wouldn’t want her giving herself food poisoning or something equally ridiculous just to spare his feelings. He didn’t think it would get to that point, of course, because crepes were a staple food, but it was better safe than sorry. Disclaimers were a must when you were an amateur chef.
Oscar laughed – really laughed – when Anna imitated him asking about staircases, of all things. That was what they had first talked about at Hogwarts, he realized with a fond smile. He had been lost and trying to find a staircase, and she had tried to help him, and then…well, he would skip over that part, because he wanted to keep smiling. “It is okay. I realize I was rather silly.” He had two eyes, and he needed to be reminded to use them every once in a while. Anna said that there wasn’t anything all that important in the room, and Oscar stood up, preparing to exit the room and go off to see some more exotic locales. “Come, Anna.” Oscar said, tugging her arm and moving towards the entrance to the hall. “You must show me the world.” And it wouldn’t be all that bad, to explore the world with Anna Weasley at his side.
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