[Ace was really glad Annie wasn’t questioning anything. They were in a completely different environment, in a restaurant Ace wouldn’t have even considered, with money he had been saving up just to spend his last few months in London with her. The thing was, Annette didn’t know that yet. She didn’t know that a small part of Ace’s idea for the sudden trip had spawned from his guilty conscience, and he was somewhat trying to make up for the fact that he hadn’t even mentioned to Annie his plans for leaving, all the while still not mentioning it to her. He wanted to be the one to do it, but he didn’t know how. She would either support him, or hate him, and he didn’t know if he could take the later, so he had to give her something to remember him by. Or better yet, he had to give himself something to remember her by, had she decided to cut him loose.] Ninja-cat skills? Oh god, don’t say that around her ever, she might actually consider disowning me and adopting you instead. [Ace joked, and rubbed his face at the adorableness of the redhead beside him. It always amused him how the cat comparisons his mother got from her years at Hogwarts had made it’s way to even his generation.] Thank you my knight in shining armor. [Ace laughed, normally he would of been a little put off by his inability to do it himself, but it seemed to make Annette happy, and that’s all he wanted for the moment. He listened to her read the menu, the way the foreign language dipped off her tongue, he’d completely stopped listening to her in English.] Hm, what? Oh, oh yeah escargot, sounds great. [He looked back at her only to see her smile wide, and it made him cautious, he clipped his brows together as he gave her a questioning look.] What? Is there something on my face, or is there just something wrong with yours? You look like you sucked on a lemon. [He was joking, and he rubbed his thumb across her chin as a form of kiss he wasn’t giving her. He took his focus away when a man walked up to them and asked for their orders, Ace closed his menu calmly, and in a weak but tolerable French accent he replied to the waiter.] Uhm, I’ll have whatever she’s having. But by the sound of it, I think my lady here would like escargot. [He smiled devilishly, looking back at Annette.]
[Annette turned her head slightly to see two other restaurant patrons looking at them, seemingly unamused with their low-key PDA, but quickly turned her focus back to Ace, gently placing her hand over his. She lightly ran her fingertips over his knuckles, making a note to herself to get him some lotion because dang those hands were dry. But from the look on Ace’s face, she knew that moisturizing was probably the last thing on his mind. There was obviously something bothering him, and as curious as she was to ask him about it, she knew it was better not to. He brought her to Paris of all places; this was supposed to be a happy time for them, and trying to pry into his personal business might ruin the whole romantic aura they’ve been building up since they got there. She was sure that he would tell her when the time was right. Well… hopefully. Ace definitely knew how to keep things bottled up.] That doesn’t sound like a bad plan to me. [She playfully winked and gave his hand a small squeeze.] Well I couldn’t leave a damsel in distress waiting any longer. [Her face immediately turned pink when his thumb came up to brush across her chin, and even more patrons began to look in their direction. She shook her head and pushed his hand down.] Nothing! Nothing… [Annette pulled herself away from him and made her back to her side of the booth, just in time before their waiter arrived; he looked like a stereotypical French waiter with slicked back hair and a pencil-thin mustache. He must of noticed that they were tourists because he had attempted to ask them for their order in English, though his accent sort of made it hard for them to understand. Annie smiled at him and handed him both of their menus.] Deux ordres de escargot, s’il vous plaît. Facile à l’ail. [The man nodded and quickly made his way through the tables to get back to the kitchen. Annette turned her attention back to Ace and rested her chin on her folded hands, now grinning like a fool as she imagined his reaction] I do hope you know that you’re about to eat cooked snails.
[It was Ace’s idea to go to Paris. Well really, it was his fathers suggestion of course, and Erin who had overheard from another room ran in and completely fell over the idea. Annette was pretty excited when she’d found out as well, it was one of her favorite places and she missed it. Ace had been to Paris a few times himself as a child, it was somewhere his parents had always loved, and he could see how different they became when they were there. Ace always thought Paris being the heart of love was silly, it wasn’t about the place it was about the memories, but Bryan and Erin had never forgotten the memories they had there. Maybe it was time for Ace and Annie to make some of their own, and though he’d never say it out front, he kind of wanted that look his parents always had in his eye too, he wanted to feel whatever the hell it looked like they were feeling.] What is…what.. [Ace knew a bit of French, enough to get by and not get lost, but Silas was much better at it then he considering Ace never really needed to use it. The restaurant they were in now was one he’d never been in, something a little too fancy for his taste but he figured he’d deal with it for Annie. He’d never heard of half the things on the menu so, thanks to his confusion, he stared at the lamented sheet like it was Sanskrit. He wasn’t paying any attention to Annette, so when he heard her soft voice coming from the opposite side of the table he just nodded and made a grunting noise with his throat.] Mhmm. Yeah, totally. [What he did notice was the lost sound of her feet swishing back and forth under the table, hitting the bottom of the booth they requested. He looked up, but didn’t catch her face until she was right next to him, and he almost jumped at their proximity. He turned his head to look at her.] Whoa, when did you get there? [He smiled teasingly at her, and she warmed herself into him, her head peeking into his menu. He looked down at it embarrassed.] You noticed, huh? Mmmm, alright why not, I guess you can help me if you really want to. [Ace smirked, and he wrapped his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder to pull her in closer to him, kissing her temple.] Okay so, what the hell’s in this?
[Ace being sweet was still a foreign concept to Annie. For six years, he had always been teasing her and calling her names—technically he still did that, but then proceeded to shower her with kisses, affectionate touches, and soft whispers immediately afterwards. This impromptu vacation definitely came as a surprise to her; he had claimed that the school sponsored bonfire was going to be “lame as hell” and that they should just skip it. She thought they’d just do what they usually did for their dates, either go to the Three Broomsticks for half-off mugs of Butterbeer, or if they got really lucky, they’d sneak off to muggle London and hit up some pubs. They were just teenagers with no jobs and no money, so Annie never expected anything that was all that extravagant. But here they were, sitting in one of the more fancier restaurants of Paris, where an appetizer alone cost almost 25 euros. She let out a small giggle when Ace jumped out of his chair a little at her sudden appearance.] I must be picking up on your mum’s ninja cat skills or something. But I saw you struggling and I just had to come to your rescue [Her lips curled up when she felt his lips touch her temple. It was nice being the helpful one in the relationship this time around. Annie knew she wasn’t exactly smart or had the longest attention span, and she probably wouldn’t have passed her exams if it wasn’t for Ace helping her and keeping her focused, even he didn’t give a damn about the exams himself.] That? That’s cassoulet, which is good, but I don’t think you’re a big fan of duck. [She ran her finger down the menu, trying to find something that she’d know Ace would like.] Coq au vin is basically just chicken and mushrooms, maybe you’d like that. Or if you’re brave, you could try escargot. [There was a mischievous look in her eye after that suggestion, because the by the look on Ace’s face he had no idea she just suggested he eat snails.]
Oh gee, okay wait. [raises his hands in a ‘Please quit attacking me’ motion] I didn’t try to imply that, I simply am not one to over think much or at all.
I try to live a carefree life but that doesn’t mean I’m a complete ignorant…
Thanks for the compliment on my looks, I guess? And the reminder that it won’t last when I’m only 17.
I know about ignorance; my sister is Annette Edwards after all. Are you some kind of hippie?
Divinations is far from being my best subject but maybe you’ll get lucky and be old and handsome like George Clooney.
Over thinking? Me? Well, that’s new. Thank you.
… I think.
If you’re trying to imply that you barely think at all, then it’s a good thing you have your looks. For now, at least.
Or was that just me?
Cause I wrote down my name and was about to throw it in but got nervous and threw it away.
What if it actually spits my name back and I have to do some crazy task? It’s not the real cup but I take no chances here, no, I’m too much of a coward, never pick me for anything that requires agility, courage or willpower.
You’re over-thinking things; and this is coming from a Ravenclaw.
WAIT was this pic used in the ‘hawkward’ one with bri’s face as the hawk
[Annette hummed softly and swung her feet back and forth as she glanced through the diner’s menu. She was thankful that her mother had taught her and her siblings French when they were younger, otherwise she’d probably be like Ace right now, who was squinting and mouthing ‘what the fuck is this’ at the menu. She turned her head to glance out the window and smiled at the Eiffel Tower.] Even from so far away we still have such a nice view. [She let out a dreamy sigh and rested her chin on the palm of her hand as she went on.] It’s been forever since I’ve been to Paris; ever since mum and dad bought that little beach house down in Nice, it’s like we never find the time to make it up here, which is silly considering we can just app— [She took notice of Ace’s growing frustration and quickly went over to his side, her body pressing close to his as she got down to his eye level.] You want some help there?
i was looking through my photos to find annette’s icon and i found this gem in the process