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"We were fools to trust them! They should be locked up for good!" Andrew snickered, playing along with the pastry game. "Except that one!" He pointed at a random macaroon in the middle of the plate and singled it out. "He's the ringleader! Seize him! He shall hang at dawn!" He laughed. It wasn't easy to say that last sentence about a macaroon without cracking up, and he hadn't quite managed to, but he had at least made an attempt, which really only served to make the resulting gasp of laughter all the more out of place and hilarious.
Andrew was too busy laughing at himself to care about being embarrassed because he accidentally made a weird sound, or referred to a macaroon as 'The Ring Leader'. People would just have to think him crazy if they wanted to. There were already those who disliked Andrew for being himself, and if they were going to leave him be because they thought he talked to pastries, that was fine with him.
Justine's facial expression revealed a change to Andrew that he wasn't sure he liked. She seemed to tense up and become slightly more uncomfortable. He wondered if it was something he said as she politely turned down his praise and asked him where he was from. Hesitating slightly, wondering if he had insulted her. Why was he such an idiot? He began to answer her question, trying to shrug off that hurtful thought, quickly regaining his enthusiasm. "Well, I was born in Bordeaux, but I'm from the English side of the family. I grew up in Kent!" He laughed at how boring he sounded compared to Justine.
Andrew felt a little guilty. He had only meant his correction playfully, not to make Justine feel bad about her accent or her knowledge of the English Language. He thought her accent was beautiful. "You said- N- Nevermind, you got it right on the money!" He chuckled, figuring that it really wasn't that big of an error. He smiled at Justine apologetically, hoping she hadn't suddenly realize what an idiot he was sometimes!
"Yeah, Five languages each! That's in addition to English, so I suppose the real number is six!" He nodded at Justine's surprise. Andrew's parents were the smartest people he knew and they had really inspired him in his pursuit of knowledge. Not to mentioned threatened to disown him if he didn't get sorted into Ravenclaw. "Well, thank you v- Wow, Thank you! He blushed embarrassingly at her compliment. "That means a lot coming from someone so beautiful." He replied before he could really think about his response. It just sort of slipped out. He didn't know what to do. Whatever it was that pulled that out of him, he assumed the macaroons had something to do with it. Especially the ring leader!
"I totally understood that!" He laughed enthusiastically, happy that he hadn't failed his first easy French test. "Je fais de mon mieux pour.. impressionner?" He made a poor attempt at replying in French, blushing even more at his perceived incompetence. He himself couldn't see anything grammatically incorrect about the way he worded his reply, but how could he be sure? If only his parents could see him now.
"Oui! We were taken in by zeir colorful appearance and deliciousness!" Justine said in mock horror, her dark hand lifted to her forehead in a feigned act of woe, though her giggles gave her amusement away. When Andrew pointed out a random macaroon and dubbed it the ringleader, Justine could not hold back her laughter, and with a snort of mirth, she succumbed to her amusement, laughing so hard that she could only cling to her sides. "Nooo," She said, unable to say anything else as the peals of laughter erupted from her pretty lips.
"Oui, oui 'e must be 'anged! Jail is too good for zee likes of 'im," Justine said, after her laughter had died away. Goodness but this boy was funny, Justine couldn't really remember the last time she had really laughed. Probably before her parents estrange, and resulting divorce.
As uncomfortable as Justine suddenly felt, she tried not to show it to the young, if he knew, if he saw, well, it would certainly not be a good thing, she was really warming up to him, and hoped that they would turn into good friend
I think you like him a little more than that. Said that weird little voice in Justine's, to which she paid no mind because really, her little voice
did not know what it was talking about.
"Bordeaux? You were born zhere?" Justine asked, her mild surprise becoming stronger as the boy mentioned something about being from the English side of his family.
"Wat do you mean 'zee English side?" Justine asked, frowning with curiosity. Andrew certainly had many more layers to him than Justine had thought.
Oh no, he had really believed her to be offended, Justine had to quickly fix that.
"Non, non, I am joking with you," Justine said, reassuringly touching the boys arm, trying to show him that he had not hurt her feelings. She smiled brightly at the brunette.
"I prefer zat you tell me when I 'ave made a mistake," Justine said.
"Goodness, I feel so unaccomplished now, I zought I was special for speaking two, are all your family members so talented?" Justine laughed, really quite dazzled by his parents abilities, she would certainly love to meet such extraordinary people one day. And now he was blushing, and that was far too adorable, really,
too adorable, she thought she ought to make him blush more often, that was how adorable.
Wait, had she heard that right? Her beautiful? He thought she was beautiful? Her brain suddenly seemed to be centered on that one word, she couldn't possibly think of anything else but the fact that a very charming English boy had called her beautiful without even a small warning. She was really blushing now, Justine wouldn't have been surprised to find that her hair had turned as red as she was sure her face was. Justine remembered fairly quickly that she was supposed to be speaking. "
"You're welcome, I meant it.... " She said, her voice trailing slightly as she tried to think of whether she would reply to the "beautiful," comment or not.
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I'm not really zat beautiful, but, zank you," Justine modestly said, deciding not to ignore it. Justine was proud about a lot of things, but her looks were not one of them, she didn't think herself ugly or anything like that, she just simply didn't think of them at all.
"Very good Andrew," Justine said, nodding with approval at the young boy's understanding, she had almost expected him to be able to understand her, and was quite pleased.
"Eh bien, vows avez certainement réussi." Justine added, with a small smile, He certainly had impressed her, something not many people wee capable of, and especially not in such a short amount of time.