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| ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. SPOILER!!: Conley! <3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Krel Ansell He shrugged. They could argue all day about who was going to win and who was going to get to eat where when they won, or they could enjoy the spectacle that was the World Cup. He tucked his flag into a back pocket then reached out and snagged the what’s-it-what? from Sachin’s hand. He apparently still needed to get them drinks. He popped some of the food into his mouth. ”Cheesey bread?” he asked while still chewing a little in an attempt to figure out what he was eating. And there came the spice. Oooh…ahh.. better get that drink.
He turned walking with the food so that Sachin could put on his rosette, looking as he walked over to the first stall he could find and ordered two pumpkin juices. Maybe they would get ice cream later. He thought he saw a stall down the way for Florean Fortescue. The could always take that to their seats. Maybe with a bag roasted nuts. Yup, Conley was going to enjoy all the stall foods while he could.
Okay, so it seemed like nothing was wrong which was a relief to Sachin. Conley needed to relax after all that hard work during the course of the year prior to the World Cup. He would see to it that the man did as much as possible. He grinned a little as he watched Conley eat. “Something like that. Achchha laga, hai na? Nice, isn’t it?’’ He always remembered to add a translation into the conversation anytime he slipped into Hindi. Conley might be a man of many languages but Hindi was not something he was familiar with.
Sachin followed along while fixing his rosette. Proud fan of the Indian Quidditch team here. It didn’t matter to him whether they win or lost, just as long as they played their best. “How does it look?’’ he asked, showing off the rosette. “Is it crooked?” |
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