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Vincent clenched his jaw and rested his hands on the bar in front of him. It was getting later in the evening, which meant that more adults were coming in. Normally, the adults that came in at this point in the night came to the pub for one reason and one reason only: to get drunk. This was a pain to Vincent more than anything else because guess who had to clean up after the drunken people. He did. Guess who had to throw the problem causing drunks out of the pub when they were causing trouble. He did.

"Sir, I'm going to need you to calm down and just pay your bill," said Vincent, sighing as he stared at the drunk wizard sitting across from him at the bar.

"You pay it!" said the drunk, attempting to poke Vincent on the nose, but he slipped and smacked his head on the bar in front of him. "'ey, who hit me?" he said, raising his head up and looking around.

"Sir, just pay the bill," said Vincent becoming less and less patient with the man.

In response, the wizard began singing very loudly. Vincent had run out of patience, so he moved around the bar and took the man by the arm. He had to do this at least once a day, so he was used to things such as this. Usually, he had to deal with the angry drunks, not just the people that wouldn't pay their bills, so this was fairly easy compared to those people.

Vincent wasn't completely heartless when it came to the drunks, though. Since the man wasn't exactly causing that much trouble, he locked him in one of the back rooms (as he seemed pretty close to passing out anyway) after he forced him to drink a potion gave the man a potion to make him sleep for awhile.

Making sure that the door really was locked, he returned to his post behind the bar, hoping that was the worst patron he would have to deal with that evening.

[eden]

all of my questions are answers to my sins

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Yesterday had been an rather dull day, normal as normal could be, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Which is more than likely something that would drive anyone positively batty. Eden didn't mind it much though, nothing shocked her or appalled her, her day was simply within the norm. She awoke from the same dreams to find the same dorm with the same people, she got on the same clothes and ate breakfast, had classes, ate lunch, had more classes, ate supper, studied, and gone to sleep.

She was currently headed down the grassy hill toward Hogsmead, other students filing in around her in their muggle clothes, all giddy and excited for the first weekend liberty to Hogsmead. She'd awoken to the sound of giggling girls as they put on makeup and decided which attire would best attract those they liked. Eden had gotten up silently and taken a shower and gotten dressed. She didn't have anyone to impress, no men flocking to her in hopes of courting her, no flirts around her to speak of. She was simply Eden.

She'd taken her hair in pinned it up, so it would be out of her face today, something she rarely did... as she liked the feeling of her hair down her back. Though today, she opted for it out of her way.

So there she was, making her way down the road with the rest of the students, not particularly amused with the trip but figuring she'd be able to find something to do while she was there. She had gotten her messenger bag and packed it with a few books, some parchment and ink and a quill or two. She figured she could go to the three broomsticks, get something to drink and perhaps a little snack, read a bit, and then perhaps go shopping... her father's birthday was coming up, she needed to get him something.

Suddenly she was walking in through the door of the Three Broomsticks. She must have spaced out a bit when she was on her way down. She shrugged softly and weaved her way through the throngs of people. Perhaps this wasn't the best place to go at the moment, it being the weekend for Hogwarts students and all. Oh well, it was too late to go off now, she was thirsty.

Walking over to a table, Eden took a seat. She put her messenger bag in her lap and took out a quill, some ink, and parchment, thinking on drawing something. She then set her bag down and dipped her quill in the ink, drawing the beginning line to a stone wall. When the waitress came over Eden ordered a butter beer before returning to her sketch silently, working along the lines of the stone, putting tiny little cracks into it.

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Vincent walked back behind the bar and sat down on the stool. He was starting to get really tired. Yawning, he turned to look at the large grandfather clock that was placed at the end of the bar. Wha-? Seven o'clock? That was it. He sighed and leaned on the bar in front of him. Thank God he was going to be off soon.

He looked up as one of the waitresses came up to the bar with a drink order. "What is it, Lucy?" he asked, obviously tired.

"Don' talk to me like that," said the waitress in a rather high-pitched voice, putting a hand on her hip.

Sighing, Vincent rested his head on the bar for a brief moment. "I'm sorry, Lucy. Will you please tell me the order?" he asked, trying to be as polite as possible so Lucy wouldn't give him any more attitude. He just wasn't in the mood for it.

"That's better," she said, pulling out her pad of paper from her pocket,"You need to learn how to speak to a lady, Vincent." She sniffed snootily through her nose and looked down at the pad of paper. "Jus' a butterbeer. Make it snappy."

Vincent nodded and got up off the stool. "Right away, ma'am," he said, wandering over to where the butterbeer was kept. He took a mug off of the shelf, cast a spell to make it frosty, then poured some butterbeer into the glass. "Alright, Lucy, here you go," he said, resting it on the bar.

"You do it," she said, untying her apron,"I'm going on my break."

His jaw dropped when he saw her toss her apron over the bar. "Lucy-I can't-wait. I'll spill it," he said, desperately trying to get her to just deliver the drink, but his attempts were in vain. She merely grinned at him, waved and walked into one of the break rooms.

Sighing, Vincent took the glass and slowly walked towards the table, trying not to spill it. However, he did not noticed an older man's cane sticking out from a table. His foot caught the cane and the butterbeer went flying out of his hand as he fell to the floor.

He quickly looked up and got to his feet. "O-oh my God, I'm so sorry," he said, when he saw that the butterbeer had landed on a girl sitting by herself.

[eden]

all of my questions are answers to my sins

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Although the Three Broomsticks was bustling with students and people from the town and neighboring borrows, Eden had seemingly found a slightly quiet place. She was rather impressed with the lack of acoustics in this spot of the pub. It allowed her for a bit of privacy and didn't disturb her as she continued drawing. Which was thankful, because she really wasn't in the sort of mood of have small talk with anyone. Never having the stomach for it, or been particularly good at it for that matter.

Instead she decided she could draw, she could let her quill slide along the parchment as she often let her brush slide along canvas. Yes, it wasn't as good as painting, it's lack of colors, lack of vision of what was before her... but it had a certain... reality about it. It was edgy, it was decisive, it was resolute. Wherever the quill landed, whatever path it took, was the path in which it remained. The line could not be twisted once it was set forth on the parchment... that is, without magic. Which Eden never used in her paintings or drawing, or music for that matter. She felt those should be natural, true, and without alteration.

As such, she tended to take a great deal of time on her works, studying the strokes of her brush or the movement of her hands. She critiqued herself, saw how the incorrect flicking of her wrist caused an ill shaped line, or a line she did not wish on the particular painting or spot. She had become very eloquent in her artwork for her study of the proper technique, which was to be expected from someone like her. But what was not to be expected, was the way she painted, how she felt the strokes and moved with the motions and the flips of her brush, the painting seemingly coming to life before her. Not many could see something so... creative and... free form, come from one so structured.

All this came crashing down around her in one swift instant. Her mind was rocketed from it's current, near happy thoughts to the fact that the arm and side of her shirt, along with down the side of her pants - were distinctly wetter than they were before... and smelled of butterscotch. She blinked, not sure whether to be surprised or upset at the fact that she was now covered it what was to be more likely, her beverage.

She leaned back in her chair, looking up at the culprit with wide eyes. Though, he seemed nearly as shocked as she was. Well, she supposed she couldn't be mad at him... he seemed perfectly horrified he'd done such a thing and Eden was usually an excellent judge of falsehoods and truth, she could tell this was not feigned for his convenience. She cleared her throat, slipping her wand out from her messenger bag. She swirled her wand just a bit and in a very Italian accent, spoke the words of the required incantation, a charm she'd learned years back should offer assistance.

"Scourgify..." She watched as the butterbeer was cleaned from the floor and table. She then tapped her shirt softly and muttered another charm, drawing out the moisture from her shirt, doing the same to her pants a moment later. She sighed, decidedly, before looking to the gentleman once more. She shrugged simply. "I think when people say the next round is on me they didn't mean literally. Her mind not processing the humor in her words.

She dusted off her shirt slightly and sat back down in her chair, picking her quill up as if nothing had just happened. She looked to the gentleman and motioned to the now empty glass. "If that was mine, I'd really like a refill... thank you." She said softly, before going back to drawing the intricate stone working of her courtyard.

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Vincent stood there frozen, staring down at the now butterbeer drenched girl before him. Good thing Rosmerta wasn't at The Three Broomsticks at this time of night, or he would have surely gotten fired. ...not that Vincent was entirely in love with this job. Being a bartender was not exactly how he envisioned himself when he graduated Hogwarts. On the bright side, though, he could be a bartender at some place like The Hog's Head. Vincent would gladly get fired from a job like that.

He laughed nervously at the girl's joke, or at least what he thought was a joke. Vincent cut his nervous laughter short, though when he realized that might be making the situation even worse. Something about her really reminded him of Zelda, which just made him even more nervous. Zelda Garrett was his roommate, Alex Garrett's sister and she was a force to be reckoned with.

"Oh, God. I'm-I'm so sorry," he said, running a hand through his hair, tossing his bangs out of his face. Vincent was relieved that the girl knew of a spell to clean everything up. Being as flustered as he was, he doubted that he would have been able to remember any spell that might have helped. Or if he ran to grab a towel from the hook behind the bar, he probably would have tripped and spilled something else. That was just Vincent's luck.

"Ah-right, right, of course. Right away," he said, picking up the glass from the floor, which surprisingly did not break. Vincent glanced at her awkwardly before turning and heading towards the bar once again. This time, he carefully side stepped the cane that was leaning against the table (the owner of the cane completely oblivious to the trouble that his cane caused). He cast a glare at Lucy, who had just returned to the main room from the break room. Vincent was definitely going to talk to Rosmerta about what happened. It was all Lucy's fault, really. He cast another spell to make the mug frosty again and poured some butterbeer.

Walking ever so slowly to make sure he didn't spill the drink again, Vincent made his way back to the girl's table. "Again, I'm really really sorry about this," he said, carefully resting the drink on the table. "No charge," he said with a wave of his hand.

He was about to return to his post behind the bar when Vincent caught sight of what the girl was looking on. "Wow...that's really good," he said, maneuvering his head to look at the drawing,"Do-um-do you draw a lot?" What a stupid question.

[eden]

all of my questions are answers to my sins

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It was apparent that she'd startled the poor fellow with her quick recovery. She wondered idly if he was devoid of magical ability (she disliked using the term "squib" as it sounded rude). But then she considered the fact that he was working at a magical pub in Hogsmead, also, the fact of the matter was... there weren't many of magical birth that were without power. So it was more likely that he hadn't time to recover from the obvious shock and embarrassment of spilling a slightly warm butterbeer down the side of an unknown woman. It was completely understandable.

She blinked softly, at his laughter, still not understanding the humor in her words. She nodded then, silently, when he said he would be back with another beverage. She smiled faintly and continued her drawing. After he'd returned and told her there was no charge, she pursed her lips. "Ma perché?" {but why?} She stopped, sighing gently. "My apologies... sometimes, I get too comfortable and forget. Why, shouldn't I pay for my beverage?" She was still a bit confused as to the customs of this region, even though she'd been here since she was near ten. "You did not mean to spill the beverage on me. It was an accident. I do not see how that means I should be without charge."

She took out the required payment and set it on the table delicately. "Per favore." {please} She smiled to him, her caramel eyes looking into his as she spoke again, her Italian accent heavy, rich, though her English was clear. "I insist. I would hate to inconvenience you, or anyone." She nodded to the money on the table before turning her attention back to her artwork. Slowly, she drew thin lines moving away from the stonework she'd just completed, creating a small pathway leading outward toward the bottom of the paper.

When he paused, she didn't falter in her drawing. She heard him speak to her once again and though she did not look up from the particular piece she was working on, she nodded softly, acknowledging that he had remained. "Thank you. When he asked her if she'd done this often, she nodded once more, stopping this time to look up at him with her caramel hues. "I paint more than I draw... but I do not think it'd be appropriate for me to bring my easel, a large canvas, and a slew of paints and brushes into the pub just to fulfill my need for a little creativity." She said with a soft sort of chuckle, amused with her envisioning of herself toting all of that into this tiny little place... whatever would she paint?

She set her quill down and slid her fingers over the bottom of the parchment, an area she hadn't drawn on yet. She smile down at the courtyard, though there was something ... painful ... about her smile, even in it's nostalgia. She looked up to the gentleman, her smile growing slightly less painful and a bit more warm. "If you'd like, you may have the drawing when I am finished with it." She looked back down at the parchment and whispered softly. "Mi piacerebbe." {it would please me} In truth it would, he seemed impressed with the work and in all honesty, she didn't know why she was drawing the courtyard of her former home in Venice. If she were to take it with her after it's completion, it would only cause her sadness.

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Vincent raised his eyebrows at the girl's question. The first part he obviously didn't understand, as it was in a different language. He liked to think of himself as a fairly educated person, but he wasn't completely able to speak a different language. Vincent had become somewhat familiar with Latin because of his mother's medical career, but other than that, he just knew short words and phrases that had been inserted into the English language.

He was surprised at her confusion at him telling her she needn't pay for the drink. Wasn't this a customary thing in most establishments? He knew that if he had done something like that in Tobias' diner, he'd definitely be required to give the patron a free drink. "Well...it's just kind of a thing we do here. If we make a mistake with your order, then we don't make you pay for it," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, it was an accident, but, y'know, I inconvenienced you, so...you shouldn't have to pay for that."

Stupid Lucy. Stupid, stupid, stupid Lucy.

Vincent stared down at the money that she had shoved towards him for a moment. He really didn't feel right taking the girl's money after he had spilled her drink on her. "No...I don't-really, it's okay. Really. This one's on the house," he said, putting his hands up. He had a feeling that the girl would be stubborn, but he would give it one more chance. Of course, he was certain that if Rosmerta ever found out that he took the girl's money after spilling the drink on her, she would not be very happy.

"Yeah, that'd be kind of...a pain, I guess," he said, laughing a bit at her joke. Of course, she could always use magic to transport the items if she really wanted to carry them around with her. But on the other hand, she looked around the age of a Hogwarts student, so maybe she didn't know that particular spell just yet in her magical education.

Vincent grinned. "Really?" he asked," Sure, that'd be really cool. I've never really been that artistic." He looked down at his watch and saw that it was fifteen minutes past the time that he was supposed to be off. "Er, I'm Vincent, by the way," he said, with a small wave.

ooc: Sorry for the delay!

[eden]

all of my questions are answers to my sins

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Eden was likely confused with the customs of the area, but such a thing was to be expected. This was the first time anything had ever been spilled on her, in her six years of living in England. Which she must say, she was rather proud of. Clumsy people were all over this world and she had managed to remain free of incident for some time now. Which is likely why it came to such a surprise that he offered her drink up to her "on the house"... which she really didn't understand, seeing as they were in a pub and not a house and furthermore, why would she want her drink on a house instead of in her stomach. British and Scotsman were so confusing.

When he had an explanation for the reasoning's behind giving a free drink, Eden listened with moderate interest. She had lived in England for six years not but she still was not fully aware of the customs and mannerisms of the people. Though technically, right now, they weren't in England... so it wasn't as if they always applied here anyhow. She nodded, understanding that perhaps she should "bow to the more experienced" information at this point and just let the gentleman who was wholeheartedly trying to keep her from purchasing the beverage, have his way, for the time being.

She sighed softly and left the money on the table. "Well, I shall leave it on my table for my next beverage after this one... as I expect I will be here for some time and more than one drink would please me greatly, as I do enjoy this Butterbeer." She said to him politely, not really knowing what else there was to do. She wasn't lying, she did thoroughly enjoy the taste of the butterscotch beverage and she was intending on purchasing another. Though she was silently hoping he forgot and took the money for her original one prior to taking the payment for another, or that another waitress would take the money without Eden needing to tell her to. So that she would have indeed purchased the Butterbeer and not caused any issue. Eden didn't like getting things for free. Regardless of the circumstances.

She nodded softly at his questioning as to whether or not she was serious about allowing him to have the picture. "I don't really know why I am drawing it... it is from a very long time ago a place I'd not really thought of in some time. Though I dislike leaving works unfinished, so I shall finish it out of principle, but I do not exactly have an overwhelming desire to keep it. You seem taken with it, so it only seems logical that I offer it to you, for your enjoyment of it, as well as your general kindness overall." She was attempting to compliment him on his politeness to her, though she was not sure if she'd done it properly, she'd hoped so.

"Eden." she said softly, when he greeted her with his name, she felt obliged to do the same. She looked to him and smiled softly. "It is pleasant to make your acquaintance Vincent. She then leaned back in her seat and grasped the mug of Butterbeer, bringing it to her lips and taking a small swig, closing her eyes for a moment before licking her lips delicately. One thing was for certain, butterscotch was one of her favorite candy flavors... as such, butterbeer was positively a delight. She looked up at Vincent and with a small, but gentle, smile. She was wondering... about his phrase before... she wondered if he'd explain it to her without laughing at her apparent lack of knowledge on the matter.

It wasn't that she was dense on the matter of British and Scottish slang, which was what she believed the term to stem from, it was simply that she'd never really heard the term prior to this evening and in her ever spanning thirst for knowledge, she wished to learn of it. "I would really like to inquire as to the heritage of that phrase... 'it's on the house'. I really do not understand why anyone would want their beverage, free or otherwise, on a house and not in their stomach... much less the obvious fact that we are in a pub right now and not a house at all." She said most decidedly, attempting to not ramble but fully explain her lack of understanding. She hoped this, Vincent, fellow... would be kind enough to explain.

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Vincent hesitated in agreeing with the girl. He eyed the money on the table and sighed. "Alright, I guess that's fair," he said with a shrug. He would much prefer that she not pay for any of the drinks that night, but...he could see that he wouldn't be getting his way.

"Uh, wow. Um, thanks," he said awkwardly. The girl was so proper, it almost made him feel uncomfortable. Her mannerisms almost reminded him of a certain vampire with whom he'd become acquainted with, thanks to one of his best friends. The vampire was stuck in the ways of when he was still alive, which was some time in the late 1700s. "You've been there? Where is it?" he asked, curiously,"I mean, if you don't mind me asking."

"Eden, it's nice to meet you," he said, smiling down at her and nodding. "You a student up at the school?" he asked. She seemed to be around the age. Vincent definitely didn't miss his days at Hogwarts. It had been where he met his best friend, but that was about the only good that came of the place, besides the actual magical education.

Vincent raised his eyebrows at Eden's question. He'd never really thought about the origin of the phrase. If he remembered correctly, though, Zelda may have said something about it to him one time. She was always spouting out random facts about things like that.

"Uh...well, I think it comes from some sort of Latin phrase. Not sure what it is, though," he said, shrugging his shoulders. He hesitated before continuing,"And y'know, it's not the actual drink that'll be on the house. It's talking about the price of the drink."

He hesitated and glanced around the inn, just to make sure that no one was causing any problems, like the man earlier had been. "So, uh...I take it you're not from around here?" he asked, considering the foreign language she had been speaking.

Vincent was off of his shift, but he felt himself not wanting to return to his flat in Diagon Alley. Alex was probably not home yet and he really didn't feel like spending any time by himself.

[eden]

all of my questions are answers to my sins

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Eden was glad that the man, she now knew as Vincent, was not going to argue the fact with her any longer. As she was not the kind of person to be openly confrontational as well as the fact that she was not in the mood to argue about money. She was here to relax and enjoy her evening and so far, aside from the sudden jolt of butterbeer into her lap earlier, it was going rather well. She had even met someone new and he, at least he seemed, to be rather kind and amiable.

Upon his request for information, pertaining to the image she was currently drawing, Eden had to manipulate her emotions as to not be overwhelmed by speaking of things she disliked. She looked up to him and smiled faintly, no signs of duress on her features. "It was the courtyard in my home as a child." She said simply, hoping that he would take the subtle hint - of her not divulging in anymore information about the subject - that it was a tender issue for her and she wished not to speak of it any further. She would politely tell him so, if he continued to ask about it, though she hoped she would not have to.

She continued drawing for a moment before leaning back to get a better look at Vincent as they spoke. She took her butterbeer and drank a bit more of it, thoroughly enjoying the flavor, before speaking once more. "Yes, I am a sixth year Ravenclaw." She took another swig before setting the drink down and listening to his explanation about the phrase. Thinking for a moment, she then understood. "I see, so it is merely a slang English phrase meaning whatever item was brought to the person is complimentary." She said, rather decidedly. It was strange that she had not realized that is what it meant before, perhaps she was having an off day? Whatever the reason, she understood rather clearly now.

With his comment on her not being from the area, Eden chuckled. "Is it that obvious?" She asked, slightly amused. Her lips curled into a soft smile before motioning to the chair in front of her, at the other end of the table. "You may sit, if it pleases you." She said to him softly, before leaning her elbows on the table and thinking of the best way to phrase her next words.

"I am not from here, but I have been here for many years. I was born in Italy, Venice to be exact. Though when I was ten years old my father and I came to live in the Lake District with my uncle and his family." She ran her fingers through her hair."What about you? Have you been here all of your life?" She asked him, hoping she was not intruding too much, though they were on the topic so she did not think it was too personal.

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Vincent took the hint. The fact that she gave such a brief explanation as to what the picture was of told him that it was a touchy subject. He was pretty good at reading people and if she didn't want to discuss the location further, he would leave the subject alone. "Oh, alright," he said, nodding,"Well, it looks like a beautiful place."

There were plenty of things in Vincent's life that he hid from people and that he didn't want to discuss. It was a pet peeve of his when people tried to force him to talk about something and pursue the subject until he gave up. Seriously. Some people really needed to stop being so nosy.

"Ravenclaw, huh?" he asked, grinning,"I have a couple of friends that are Ravenclaw Alumni." He was speaking of Alex and Zelda Garrett, of course. It was obvious that these two siblings would be sorted into Ravenclaw, with all their intelligence and love of books. Vincent was pretty smart, but he felt pretty dumb compared to Alex and Zelda.

"Yeah, English has a whole bunch of phrases like that," he said with a shrug. He really felt bad for some of the people that learned English as a second language. "I actually have a couple of friends that were never really taught any phrases like that, so when someone says something like...I dunno...'bite your tongue' or um...'you crack me up,' they get pretty confused," he said with a laugh.

Vincent grinned and nodded. "A little bit," he said, shrugging. "Oh, um...alright. Sure, thanks," he said, scooting out a chair and carefully lowering himself down to sit in it. Alright, that definitely made him feel a little less awkward. He sighed and relaxed into the chair.

"Wow, Italy," he said raising his eyebrows,"I can't say that I've ever been there before. Is it a lot different from here?" Vincent had pretty much always stayed in England throughout his life. Occasionally, he had to leave the country for Order things, but he never left the country for his own reasons. Always business. "Yeah, I've lived here my whole life," he said, leaning a bit on the table. Perhaps he could talk Alex or Pete into taking a little vacation. "Would you suggest visiting Italy?" he asked with a shrug.

[eden]

all of my questions are answers to my sins

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Eden had gotten lost in the world of her past. She thought fondly of the gondola rides with her father, visiting the Fenice with her mother and father for the opera. That was her most favored of places in all of Venice. La Fenice... the opera house. The center of Venice. The center of the world. To most. It was as if everything culminated to that one specific spot, as if nothing was left and all was given to the beauty and wonderment. It was as if the building was alive, as if it moved and breathed, lived and seethed with the rising and falling of the tides. La Fenice was Venice. Venice, was alive.

Eden decided, with a bit of heartbreak, that she needed to stop thinking about the Fenice like it was still there. Since in January of this year, it'd been burned to the ground by arsonists. Or at least, that is what the papers had said. Her father had received word from a mutual friend in Italy, apparently the wizarding community there was thought to be one of the reasons it burned down... at least, that is what the muggle prime minister of Italy had suggested. She ran her fingers through her hair for a moment before directing her attention back to the gentleman before her.

Eden nodded softly to him talking about how trips can be expensive. She shrugged softly. "I don't go anywhere even though expense is not exactly the issue. It is just hard for my father to get around these days and my Uncle is always busy working for the Ministry, so... I usually am at school or home and do not often venture out. Though, I am hopeful that with the friends I have made this year that possibly, I wont have to spend my whole summer alone at my home." She said, more in idle conversation that actually stating that this was the first year she'd actually made friends, which it was. She had never been really good with speaking to people, especially in her younger years... only having a year to learn a completely new language from top to bottom. So it took her a while to even speak to people. As such, speaking with Vincent now was highly unusual for her, not that she minded.

When Vincent mentioned the rain again, Eden shook her head. "Oh I didn't mean I dislike it! I just. Well, you know I draw, I normally paint. I usually paint outside scenes... which means I need to be outside to do them, more often than not. So it not raining is helpful, though, I do enjoy painting rainy landscapes, the only issue is I have to watch them from my window or under an awning of some sort. So sometimes it isn't as simple as just sitting outside and takes a bit more effort. But I do enjoy all sorts of weather. I just wish, that is was more even I suppose." She really did like the rain, she used to play in it with her dad when she was little, but that was before... now, he couldn't even stand, let alone run through puddles with her.

She smiled softly when he mentioned music. She leaned forward a bit, watching him. "What made you leave it? I mean... the look on your features tells me that you really enjoyed it for the time that you were there. I'd like to think if someone really enjoys what they do, they don't stop doing it. You don't exactly seem happy here." She said, offhandedly, he really didn't... he was awkward at it, he seemed uncomfortable and people could be so cruel in places where alcohol is served. She wasn't an officiant on the subject, but she'd read enough books to know about it.

When the question came up about missing Italy, Eden swallowed hard. She closed her eyes for a moment before whispering softly, "Every single day..." She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at the ends a bit. "Italy was my home and no matter how much my family tries to make me comfortable here, England will never be home to me like Venice. England will never make me smile like Italy. I grieve... for Italy. When La Fenice, the largest and most renowned opera house in all of Europe burned down this past January... I mourned it, as if I'd lost a dear friend. Italy is still very much a part of me. It is deep within my soul. As such, I miss it ... most ardently."

She sighed for a moment and took another sip of her butterbeer, finishing it off. She looked to Vincent and smiled faintly, wishing to get off the topic of her country... lest she be depressed for the remainder of the evening. "So tell me, Vincent... tell me what you love about England." She said softly, wishing to hear more about this country, even though she'd lived in it for six years now... she knew very little about what truly made it grand in the eyes of it's occupants.

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"Yeah, we've got that one, too. Just a matter of preference, I guess," he said with a shrug. He felt more and more thankful that English was his first language and that he didn't have to learn it. Of course, his English wasn't quite as well spoken as someone like Alex or Zelda Garrett, who usually had pretty much perfect English.

Vincent had heard of the way things were in Italy, but never on a firsthand account, so he found all this pretty interesting. On the Muggle side of things, he'd heard that parts of Italy were starting to sink into the water. The magical community might know something else that the Muggles didn't know about; some sort of spell that allowed the land to float or keep it from sinking, something like that.

"I...see," he said, raising an eyebrow at the girl's strange comments. Then again, maybe Italy wasn't a place for him to vacation. He really wanted to take some sort of vacation soon, just not Italy now. Perhaps a visit to France would be good. He had a friend that was from France and he'd always been curious about the country. It'd be nice to actually know about the places that his friend was talking about when he was talking about his childhood.

"I might," said Vincent with a shrug,"If I can get enough money. Trips like that are pretty expensive." He came from a somewhat poor family. his mother was a Muggle nurse, which paid fairly well, but with four sons, she couldn't spend much on fun things. And after Charles, Vincent's father, left, she was left to take care of them all by herself. Not exactly a prime situation to do a lot of traveling.

As for adult Vincent? Well, being a bartender honestly didn't pay enough to go on trips. Plus, he had terrible hospital bills to pay thanks to a certain condition he had. Ugh, money problems.

"Yeah, that's generally how it is. But...I kinda prefer the rain most of the time," he said with a shrug. Meh, he hated it when people asked him to talk about himself. He never knew what to say without completely giving away everything he'd gone through, which was a subject that he tended to stay away from.

"Well, things were pretty...normal, I guess. I grew up in London," he said, carefully avoiding mentioning whether he lived in Muggle or Wizarding London. He'd learned to be careful of hat the hard way when he was still at Hogwarts. "Didn't go out much, except for when I was working. I had a job at a little music shop," he added with a grin. He missed that job.

"So, d'you miss Italy a lot?" he asked, turning the focus of the conversation off of him and back on her.

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Eden had gotten lost in the world of her past. She thought fondly of the gondola rides with her father, visiting the Fenice with her mother and father for the opera. That was her most favored of places in all of Venice. La Fenice... the opera house. The center of Venice. The center of the world. To most. It was as if everything culminated to that one specific spot, as if nothing was left and all was given to the beauty and wonderment. It was as if the building was alive, as if it moved and breathed, lived and seethed with the rising and falling of the tides. La Fenice was Venice. Venice, was alive.

Eden decided, with a bit of heartbreak, that she needed to stop thinking about the Fenice like it was still there. Since in January of this year, it'd been burned to the ground by arsonists. Or at least, that is what the papers had said. Her father had received word from a mutual friend in Italy, apparently the wizarding community there was thought to be one of the reasons it burned down... at least, that is what the muggle prime minister of Italy had suggested. She ran her fingers through her hair for a moment before directing her attention back to the gentleman before her.

Eden nodded softly to him talking about how trips can be expensive. She shrugged softly. "I don't go anywhere even though expense is not exactly the issue. It is just hard for my father to get around these days and my Uncle is always busy working for the Ministry, so... I usually am at school or home and do not often venture out. Though, I am hopeful that with the friends I have made this year that possibly, I wont have to spend my whole summer alone at my home." She said, more in idle conversation that actually stating that this was the first year she'd actually made friends, which it was. She had never been really good with speaking to people, especially in her younger years... only having a year to learn a completely new language from top to bottom. So it took her a while to even speak to people. As such, speaking with Vincent now was highly unusual for her, not that she minded.

When Vincent mentioned the rain again, Eden shook her head. "Oh I didn't mean I dislike it! I just. Well, you know I draw, I normally paint. I usually paint outside scenes... which means I need to be outside to do them, more often than not. So it not raining is helpful, though, I do enjoy painting rainy landscapes, the only issue is I have to watch them from my window or under an awning of some sort. So sometimes it isn't as simple as just sitting outside and takes a bit more effort. But I do enjoy all sorts of weather. I just wish, that is was more even I suppose." She really did like the rain, she used to play in it with her dad when she was little, but that was before... now, he couldn't even stand, let alone run through puddles with her.

She smiled softly when he mentioned music. She leaned forward a bit, watching him. "What made you leave it? I mean... the look on your features tells me that you really enjoyed it for the time that you were there. I'd like to think if someone really enjoys what they do, they don't stop doing it. You don't exactly seem happy here." She said, offhandedly, he really didn't... he was awkward at it, he seemed uncomfortable and people could be so cruel in places where alcohol is served. She wasn't an officiant on the subject, but she'd read enough books to know about it.

When the question came up about missing Italy, Eden swallowed hard. She closed her eyes for a moment before whispering softly, "Every single day..." She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at the ends a bit. "Italy was my home and no matter how much my family tries to make me comfortable here, England will never be home to me like Venice. England will never make me smile like Italy. I grieve... for Italy. When La Fenice, the largest and most renowned opera house in all of Europe burned down this past January... I mourned it, as if I'd lost a dear friend. Italy is still very much a part of me. It is deep within my soul. As such, I miss it ... most ardently."

She sighed for a moment and took another sip of her butterbeer, finishing it off. She looked to Vincent and smiled faintly, wishing to get off the topic of her country... lest she be depressed for the remainder of the evening. "So tell me, Vincent... tell me what you love about England." She said softly, wishing to hear more about this country, even though she'd lived in it for six years now... she knew very little about what truly made it grand in the eyes of it's occupants.

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Vincent slowly nodded at what the girl had said. He caught on to what she said about her friends. The seemed pretty reserved and a little shy, which would explain why she might have a little trouble making friends. That brought Vincent back to his own years at Hogwarts. Back then, he was even more shy than he was now, which was probably why his friends now had such strong personalities. "Well, yeah, just keep in contact with 'em over the summer, make some plans," he said with a shrug,"You live close to the school?"

"Oh, oh, I see what you mean. Y'know, there's some sort of spell...," he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully,"I-I can't remember the name of it, but it's supposed to form a barrier around you that keeps away water. A buddy of mine used to use it all the time during Quidditch matches." He laughed and shook his head. The buddy in question was his friend Pete Maddoxx, who was...quite a character. He was a terrible Quidditch player, but he was convinced that he was the best there was. He shrugged. "Might be worth looking into."

He raised his eyebrows slightly at Eden's bluntness. "Ah, well-sure, yeah, I miss it," he said with a shrug. Hell yeah, he missed that job. He missed being surrounded by fellow musicians; it inspired him. He missed his boss, George, who was the most laid back guy Vincent had ever met. He missed working side by side with Pete. He missed looking at the beautiful guitars they got in once a month. "I mean...tending a bar wasn't exactly how I pictured myself after I left Hogwarts," he said, with a slight laugh and lowered his head a bit. For awhile there, he was a pretty good Hit Wizard for the Ministry, but he got fired on account of how much work he had to miss because of his Lycanthropy. Vincent had a suspicion, though, that his Lycanthropy itself may have had something to do with the job termination. "The music shop is in a Muggle area and I kind of felt-well, some situations arose that made me feel like I should be in an exclusively wizarding area, I guess."

Vincent sat up a bit straighter when he saw just how heartbroken Eden had become at his question. He had no idea that it would cause her such distress; it was just a simple question. "Ah, man. I-I'm sorry. That sounds-ah, sorry, we can talk about something else," he said, slightly panicking, hoping that he hadn't upset her too much.

He was incredibly relieved when Eden changed the subject for him. "To be honest, I'm a big fan of all the history that has taken place here," he said with a grin," I mean there was so much that happened here, that started here. Particularly-I mean-well, I'm a big fan of Muggle music and there were so many greats that started here: The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Queen. I guess I just love the overall culture here."

ooc: Not to worry! ^^