Chapter Three
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please insure that you are securely in your seat belts as we are landing shortly.
Messieurs et Madames, nous allons poser a dix minutes. Attachez vos ceinture de sécurité sil vous plaît." Shortly after, the plane began to agitate slightly. Cautiously, the small blond girl looked over at Draco who continued sleeping, blissfully unaware of his surroundings. Reaching over, she tapped him casually on the shoulders. Split second later, Draco was out of his seat and glaring madly at her. Frozen like a statue, the girl numbly explained that the plane was about to land - would he please sit down and fasten his seat belt before he broke his neck? Emitting a sigh, Draco slid back into his seat. 'Annoying muggle from hell and below!'. NO one orders a Malfoy around unless they had serious psychotic problems.
When indeed the plane did land, Malfoy was up and out within a microscopic second. FRESH AIR!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! One of his ears popped painfully as he strode confidently through the barriers that lead to his luggage. FREEDOM, SPACE, FRESH AIR!!!!!
Almost immediately, the luggage rolled out. Five minutes later, Draco was a happy free man standing at the main entrance of the J.F. Kennedy International Airport. Now, standing in a freezing open space in front of giant doors, Draco contemplated on where to go. 'Hmmm... wonder if they have a Sheraton Hotel here.', he wondered. Suddenly a tap on his shoulder sent him freaking and leaping sky high before coming down and swerving around to see who had so daringly touched his one thousand pound navy suit that had been custom made by Gianni Versace. And there, in lovely yellow and pink stood Miss Blondy.
"Eer... may I help you?", he ventured to ask after a moments silence. She just gazed cow eyed at him. Slightly insulted, Draco turned to leave.
"Oh no sir, please wait!". Mr. Navy-Versace-Suit turned around again.
"Yes?", he intoned stonily. Extremely angry that a muggle should speak to him in such a fashion! The girl smiled winningly - or what she hoped to be so,
"I'm Rhea Ciarniello! Remember me? I sat next to you in the plane!", and the sad SAD thing about this was the fact that she looked as if she expected the world to bow down and kiss her feet.
"Okay... nice seeing you.", and then he spun around again.
"But wait!", spin around. The world had gotten quite blurry by now in Draco's view. "Are you from Brit?"
"No, I'm from Pirássununga. Where do I look like I'm from?"
"Oh, *gigglely-dee*" - Malfoy stared horrified. "I'm from NEW YORK!"
"Ah, that's nice." A pause was issued just about now, and Draco was planning to turn and this time run away, however...
"Would you like to be a MODEL?", sounded from Miss. Rhea. This time, really truly mortified to the BONE, Draco turned around and whispered in the most DEATHLY voice possible.
"Miss. Ciarniello, perhaps you've misunderstood my tone of voice. I am merely a business man from London travelling to New York on a business related trip. Now if you please.", he finished and began striding towards the doors.
"OOOooooOOOOOOO NO YOU'RE NOT!", screeched Rhea. The last time a guy, hot or not, spoke to her in that fashion, she had sunken her talons deep into him and slapped him to hard he was in a coma few several days. Now, planning to do exactly that, Miss. Ciarniello stalked right up to Draco and grabbed him firmly by the wrist.
"What do you THINK you're doing?"
"You are no business man!", spat Rhea, rather randomly. "I can tell just be looking."
"Oh? And so what am I?"
"Bastard in need of work!" Death glare issued. How DARE this idiot girl speak to him in this manner?
"Girl, I will not ask you nicely again. Please leave me be. You are violating my privacy. If I indeed needed work, I'd search elsewhere."
"Aaaaaah, but where else will you hit the covers of Louis Vuitton in at matter of days?" Rhea smiled enticingly. Draco hesitated. Luois Vuitton? In NEW YORK? HAWHAWHAWHAWHAW!!!! Her grin widened. A card was whipped from her coat pocket - only then did he realize that the yellow and pink were of high quality fabric and in acceptable shades branded by the name... Vuitton. "Here's my card. You may phone me when you wish!", and with that, pink and all, Rhea Ciarniello disappeared.
"Omigawd...", was all he could say.
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The phone rang. Shokari reached over and pulled it towards her. "Hello?"
"SHOKARI!!!! Guess WHO????", a high feminine voice bellowed.
"Good afternoon Rhea."
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!! You'll never guess WHAT I met at the airport just now."
"Miniature giraffe?"
"NO! A drop dead gorgeous guy! MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN, can't get any hotter than that."
"And?"
"I gave him my business card. I expect him to phone soon."
"Does he look like he needs a job?"
"No... man you can tell he's rich. Versace navy suit. And omigawd, don't even make me START on his face."
"I.."
"He has like WHITE GOLD HAIR!"
"Ew..."
"No no, not pissy like most of them. I mean seriously practically platinum. And his eyes. WHOOOOOOOOOOOO, they'll wow you down the LV. I dunno, I bet they change colour. They'r' like silver and purple."
"Ew..."
"AAAAAAAAAAND perfect body. Okay okay... here's the plan. I'm thinking he'll phone by..."
"Rhea darling? I think I'm dying."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please insure that you are securely in your seat belts as we are landing shortly.
Messieurs et Madames, nous allons poser a dix minutes. Attachez vos ceinture de sécurité sil vous plaît." Shortly after, the plane began to agitate slightly. Cautiously, the small blond girl looked over at Draco who continued sleeping, blissfully unaware of his surroundings. Reaching over, she tapped him casually on the shoulders. Split second later, Draco was out of his seat and glaring madly at her. Frozen like a statue, the girl numbly explained that the plane was about to land - would he please sit down and fasten his seat belt before he broke his neck? Emitting a sigh, Draco slid back into his seat. 'Annoying muggle from hell and below!'. NO one orders a Malfoy around unless they had serious psychotic problems.
When indeed the plane did land, Malfoy was up and out within a microscopic second. FRESH AIR!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! One of his ears popped painfully as he strode confidently through the barriers that lead to his luggage. FREEDOM, SPACE, FRESH AIR!!!!!
Almost immediately, the luggage rolled out. Five minutes later, Draco was a happy free man standing at the main entrance of the J.F. Kennedy International Airport. Now, standing in a freezing open space in front of giant doors, Draco contemplated on where to go. 'Hmmm... wonder if they have a Sheraton Hotel here.', he wondered. Suddenly a tap on his shoulder sent him freaking and leaping sky high before coming down and swerving around to see who had so daringly touched his one thousand pound navy suit that had been custom made by Gianni Versace. And there, in lovely yellow and pink stood Miss Blondy.
"Eer... may I help you?", he ventured to ask after a moments silence. She just gazed cow eyed at him. Slightly insulted, Draco turned to leave.
"Oh no sir, please wait!". Mr. Navy-Versace-Suit turned around again.
"Yes?", he intoned stonily. Extremely angry that a muggle should speak to him in such a fashion! The girl smiled winningly - or what she hoped to be so,
"I'm Rhea Ciarniello! Remember me? I sat next to you in the plane!", and the sad SAD thing about this was the fact that she looked as if she expected the world to bow down and kiss her feet.
"Okay... nice seeing you.", and then he spun around again.
"But wait!", spin around. The world had gotten quite blurry by now in Draco's view. "Are you from Brit?"
"No, I'm from Pirássununga. Where do I look like I'm from?"
"Oh, *gigglely-dee*" - Malfoy stared horrified. "I'm from NEW YORK!"
"Ah, that's nice." A pause was issued just about now, and Draco was planning to turn and this time run away, however...
"Would you like to be a MODEL?", sounded from Miss. Rhea. This time, really truly mortified to the BONE, Draco turned around and whispered in the most DEATHLY voice possible.
"Miss. Ciarniello, perhaps you've misunderstood my tone of voice. I am merely a business man from London travelling to New York on a business related trip. Now if you please.", he finished and began striding towards the doors.
"OOOooooOOOOOOO NO YOU'RE NOT!", screeched Rhea. The last time a guy, hot or not, spoke to her in that fashion, she had sunken her talons deep into him and slapped him to hard he was in a coma few several days. Now, planning to do exactly that, Miss. Ciarniello stalked right up to Draco and grabbed him firmly by the wrist.
"What do you THINK you're doing?"
"You are no business man!", spat Rhea, rather randomly. "I can tell just be looking."
"Oh? And so what am I?"
"Bastard in need of work!" Death glare issued. How DARE this idiot girl speak to him in this manner?
"Girl, I will not ask you nicely again. Please leave me be. You are violating my privacy. If I indeed needed work, I'd search elsewhere."
"Aaaaaah, but where else will you hit the covers of Louis Vuitton in at matter of days?" Rhea smiled enticingly. Draco hesitated. Luois Vuitton? In NEW YORK? HAWHAWHAWHAWHAW!!!! Her grin widened. A card was whipped from her coat pocket - only then did he realize that the yellow and pink were of high quality fabric and in acceptable shades branded by the name... Vuitton. "Here's my card. You may phone me when you wish!", and with that, pink and all, Rhea Ciarniello disappeared.
"Omigawd...", was all he could say.
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The phone rang. Shokari reached over and pulled it towards her. "Hello?"
"SHOKARI!!!! Guess WHO????", a high feminine voice bellowed.
"Good afternoon Rhea."
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!! You'll never guess WHAT I met at the airport just now."
"Miniature giraffe?"
"NO! A drop dead gorgeous guy! MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN, can't get any hotter than that."
"And?"
"I gave him my business card. I expect him to phone soon."
"Does he look like he needs a job?"
"No... man you can tell he's rich. Versace navy suit. And omigawd, don't even make me START on his face."
"I.."
"He has like WHITE GOLD HAIR!"
"Ew..."
"No no, not pissy like most of them. I mean seriously practically platinum. And his eyes. WHOOOOOOOOOOOO, they'll wow you down the LV. I dunno, I bet they change colour. They'r' like silver and purple."
"Ew..."
"AAAAAAAAAAND perfect body. Okay okay... here's the plan. I'm thinking he'll phone by..."
"Rhea darling? I think I'm dying."