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Chapter 1.5; in which we dance
Christiana was quite enjoying herself. She danced by herself, as she had no wish to deal with a partner, besides, no one else danced the way she did, which was a little on the wild side. Just as she was thinking this though, some guy starting dancing close next to her.
Looking up Christiana saw a guy, around her own age looking at her, "Hey," he said. Christiana inwardly sighed, even though this guy was amazingly cute, it still did not hide the fact that, he was quite frankly unwanted. Christiana momentarily smiled at him, then danced away from him, but he was not easily shaken off. He followed her, "Do you want to dance with me?" he asked her.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, Christiana thought as she rolled her eyes, time to put on the act. "Eh, je suis desolé, mais, I…. no … speak English," she said her voice heavily accented.
Still this guy was not deterred, "Oh! Uh," he stumbled, "Vous er… veux danser avec moi? " he asked.
Christiana sighed aloud, despite his horrible French his intent was still understandable and she found that she could not, nicely, refuse him now. She shrugged, and said "Oh! Eh, Oui, bien sur," and they started dancing.
Christiana instantly realized that it definitely had not been a mistake to accept his offer. His style of dancing was similar to hers, if not more wild. She actually quite enjoyed dancing with him and noticeably he did with her. He looked up at her, impressed; and she at him, the same expression on her face. They laughed and danced even more crazily so that soon a crowd circled around them to watch their movements. Sadly the song ended and, both of them sweating stopped and stared at each other smiling. Sirius grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd towards the bar.
"Je m'appelle Sirius," he told her leaning against the bar.
"I'm Christiana," Christiana said.
"Um… tu voudrais une.... une..." Christiana smirked; he didn't seem to notice she had spoken in English, "Tu voudrais une poisson?"
Christiana laughed, and he smiled at her curiously, "No thanks," she said amusedly, "I don't think they sell fish here."
"Oh no, I meant boisson…..hey!" Sirius' expression changed, "I thought you couldn't speak English!"
Christiana shrugged, "I thought you wouldn't be such a good dancer," she told him. "It's my anti-unwanted attention devise."
Sirius laughed good-naturedly and was about to say something when another guy came up and slapped him on the back. He had glasses and messy dark brown hair, "Good going man," he said, "The center of attention once more."
Sirius smiled at his friend, "This is James," he told Christiana, "C'est Christiana," he told James, "She's French."
"Ah oui," James said, in the hokiest French accent he could muster, and took her hand and kissed it, "Enchanté ma belle femme."
Christiana cracked a dimple, unimpressed, "Charmed I'm sure," she said in her best English accent.
"The guys are here," James said to Sirius. Sirius turned to see three more of his closest friends. He introduced them to Christiana pointing to each one as he spoke their names, "That's Remus, that's Paul, and the short one is Peter."
Peter rolled his eyes, "That's me, the short one," he said sarcastically. The others laughed, but Sirius ignored him. "Guys this is Christiana."
Christiana smiled cordially and said hello, slightly intimidated. She was greeted by "Hi" "Nice dancing out there" and "Please to meet you"
Sirius rolled his eyes at that last one, "Honestly Paul, do you always have to be so polite?"
"Sorry Sir, it's in my blood," Paul said.
"S'in my blood too, but you don't see me walking around being polite all the time do you?" Sirius grumbled.
Just then Christiana felt a sharp poke at her back. She turned and saw Danielle behind her. She immediately felt a little guilty, having forgotten all about her friend. "Oh," she said surprised, "This is Danielle," she said briefly to the guys, and then turned back to Danielle. "Veux-tu aller à l'hôtel?"
Danielle looked at the guys then back at Christiana, "Oui, s'il te plait."
Christiana shrugged, "D'accord," she turned back to Sirius and co., "Danielle is France-sick. I promised her we could go back to the hotel after I danced a dance, so….. it was very nice to meet you all, but I have to go now."
"What!" Sirius cried, "We need to dance again!"
Christiana shrugged again, "I'm sorry, but I'm promised," she said, "It was really great dancing with you," she told him, "Bye!" she waved and followed Danielle towards the doorway.
"Wait!" Sirius caught up and walked next to her, dodging people and dancers, as he went. "How long are you staying in London?" he asked.
"I leave the morning after tomorrow for school," Christiana told him.
"Well will you be here tomorrow then?" Sirius asked her.
"I don't know," Christiana said honestly, "Maybe." She said as she and Danielle retrieved there bags from the checkout counter, "I'll see you around," she told him and kissed him on both cheeks then left the club.
Sirius returned to his friend crestfallen.
"Aw chip up Sirius," Paul said, "There are lots of pretty girls here. Find another one to dance with."
"It won't be the same," Sirius said dejectedly, "She was French and a really good dancer"
"If you call that type of dancing good," Peter said.
"Shut up, Peter," Sirius snapped.
"Come on, Sirius," James said, "Lets go find some girls to dance with."
"I think I'll stay here." Sirius said.
"Oh come on Sirius! Don't be such a baby," Remus said.
"I don't see you dancing," Sirius retorted.
"I don't dance."
Sirius rolled his eyes.
"Well, if you are sure you aren't coming, I'm going," James said, "Paul?"
Paul shrugged and said sure. It wasn't long before the two found girls to dance with. And it wasn't much longer before Sirius joined them.
Ok please bear with me, this may not seem like a very interesting story, or one that makes any kind of sense, but just stick with it, it will straighten out (I hope). And ok ok I know, the poisson vs. boisson thing has been done about five BILLION times, but, I don't know, it just fit. And please excuse my French, I doubt if it is all correct, I think that in further chapters I will just have to type it in English, and just have you assume they are speaking in French, because having to translate is too much of a hassle, and besides it is summer, not French class.
Chapter 1.5; in which we dance
Christiana was quite enjoying herself. She danced by herself, as she had no wish to deal with a partner, besides, no one else danced the way she did, which was a little on the wild side. Just as she was thinking this though, some guy starting dancing close next to her.
Looking up Christiana saw a guy, around her own age looking at her, "Hey," he said. Christiana inwardly sighed, even though this guy was amazingly cute, it still did not hide the fact that, he was quite frankly unwanted. Christiana momentarily smiled at him, then danced away from him, but he was not easily shaken off. He followed her, "Do you want to dance with me?" he asked her.
Desperate times call for desperate measures, Christiana thought as she rolled her eyes, time to put on the act. "Eh, je suis desolé, mais, I…. no … speak English," she said her voice heavily accented.
Still this guy was not deterred, "Oh! Uh," he stumbled, "Vous er… veux danser avec moi? " he asked.
Christiana sighed aloud, despite his horrible French his intent was still understandable and she found that she could not, nicely, refuse him now. She shrugged, and said "Oh! Eh, Oui, bien sur," and they started dancing.
Christiana instantly realized that it definitely had not been a mistake to accept his offer. His style of dancing was similar to hers, if not more wild. She actually quite enjoyed dancing with him and noticeably he did with her. He looked up at her, impressed; and she at him, the same expression on her face. They laughed and danced even more crazily so that soon a crowd circled around them to watch their movements. Sadly the song ended and, both of them sweating stopped and stared at each other smiling. Sirius grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd towards the bar.
"Je m'appelle Sirius," he told her leaning against the bar.
"I'm Christiana," Christiana said.
"Um… tu voudrais une.... une..." Christiana smirked; he didn't seem to notice she had spoken in English, "Tu voudrais une poisson?"
Christiana laughed, and he smiled at her curiously, "No thanks," she said amusedly, "I don't think they sell fish here."
"Oh no, I meant boisson…..hey!" Sirius' expression changed, "I thought you couldn't speak English!"
Christiana shrugged, "I thought you wouldn't be such a good dancer," she told him. "It's my anti-unwanted attention devise."
Sirius laughed good-naturedly and was about to say something when another guy came up and slapped him on the back. He had glasses and messy dark brown hair, "Good going man," he said, "The center of attention once more."
Sirius smiled at his friend, "This is James," he told Christiana, "C'est Christiana," he told James, "She's French."
"Ah oui," James said, in the hokiest French accent he could muster, and took her hand and kissed it, "Enchanté ma belle femme."
Christiana cracked a dimple, unimpressed, "Charmed I'm sure," she said in her best English accent.
"The guys are here," James said to Sirius. Sirius turned to see three more of his closest friends. He introduced them to Christiana pointing to each one as he spoke their names, "That's Remus, that's Paul, and the short one is Peter."
Peter rolled his eyes, "That's me, the short one," he said sarcastically. The others laughed, but Sirius ignored him. "Guys this is Christiana."
Christiana smiled cordially and said hello, slightly intimidated. She was greeted by "Hi" "Nice dancing out there" and "Please to meet you"
Sirius rolled his eyes at that last one, "Honestly Paul, do you always have to be so polite?"
"Sorry Sir, it's in my blood," Paul said.
"S'in my blood too, but you don't see me walking around being polite all the time do you?" Sirius grumbled.
Just then Christiana felt a sharp poke at her back. She turned and saw Danielle behind her. She immediately felt a little guilty, having forgotten all about her friend. "Oh," she said surprised, "This is Danielle," she said briefly to the guys, and then turned back to Danielle. "Veux-tu aller à l'hôtel?"
Danielle looked at the guys then back at Christiana, "Oui, s'il te plait."
Christiana shrugged, "D'accord," she turned back to Sirius and co., "Danielle is France-sick. I promised her we could go back to the hotel after I danced a dance, so….. it was very nice to meet you all, but I have to go now."
"What!" Sirius cried, "We need to dance again!"
Christiana shrugged again, "I'm sorry, but I'm promised," she said, "It was really great dancing with you," she told him, "Bye!" she waved and followed Danielle towards the doorway.
"Wait!" Sirius caught up and walked next to her, dodging people and dancers, as he went. "How long are you staying in London?" he asked.
"I leave the morning after tomorrow for school," Christiana told him.
"Well will you be here tomorrow then?" Sirius asked her.
"I don't know," Christiana said honestly, "Maybe." She said as she and Danielle retrieved there bags from the checkout counter, "I'll see you around," she told him and kissed him on both cheeks then left the club.
Sirius returned to his friend crestfallen.
"Aw chip up Sirius," Paul said, "There are lots of pretty girls here. Find another one to dance with."
"It won't be the same," Sirius said dejectedly, "She was French and a really good dancer"
"If you call that type of dancing good," Peter said.
"Shut up, Peter," Sirius snapped.
"Come on, Sirius," James said, "Lets go find some girls to dance with."
"I think I'll stay here." Sirius said.
"Oh come on Sirius! Don't be such a baby," Remus said.
"I don't see you dancing," Sirius retorted.
"I don't dance."
Sirius rolled his eyes.
"Well, if you are sure you aren't coming, I'm going," James said, "Paul?"
Paul shrugged and said sure. It wasn't long before the two found girls to dance with. And it wasn't much longer before Sirius joined them.
Ok please bear with me, this may not seem like a very interesting story, or one that makes any kind of sense, but just stick with it, it will straighten out (I hope). And ok ok I know, the poisson vs. boisson thing has been done about five BILLION times, but, I don't know, it just fit. And please excuse my French, I doubt if it is all correct, I think that in further chapters I will just have to type it in English, and just have you assume they are speaking in French, because having to translate is too much of a hassle, and besides it is summer, not French class.
