Chapter 15:The Revelation
A/N: Disclaimer in first few chapters! I'M BACK!
Hermione cocked her head to the side and studied the man opposite her. The light brown haired male had a smile playing at the corner of his mouth while he too looked at her with interest. Slender fingers fiddled with the napkin that lay beside her and, all the while, her chocolate eyes never strayed from his face.

"OK, Orion whatever-the-hell your second name is," she began, narrowing her eyes suspiciously towards her companion, who was now full on smiling. "Where are you from?" the brunette questioned rather forcefully.

"Oh, girlie!" he cried in a Scottish brogue. "That's for me to know and you to find out," he continued, grinning devilishly.

"But...I want to know NOW!" the brightest witch of her age whined.

"But, mate, it would ruin the surprise," Orion protested, whilst speaking in a terrible Australian accent.

The witch rolled her eyes and looked him dead in the eyes, determination oozing out of her. This was a woman who would NOT give up. Hermione Granger will find out where her newfound friend is from, even if took her all day.

"He has rather sharp features and very dark eyes-not normal for an English or Scottish person"she decided."Besides, I've never seen him before. I would know if he is English," Hermione continued her thought inside her head.

Said eyes were boring holes into her own depths, staring her down as she thought.

left;""I'd kill for an empanada right now," Orion muttered, looking away and hoping the female sitting across from him didn't hear him. Luck wasn't on his side as the witch he had acquainted had heard every word.

"Aha!" Hermione exclaimed, victoriously. "You're Spanish!"

The wizard sighed dramatically.

"Oh, I'm hurt," emstrongclutching/strong/em a hand to his heart, he added, "People always mix us up."

The woman's eyes narrowed in confusion before widening in sudden realization.

"You're Argentine," she whispered in awe.

"You've got me," he replied, holding his hands out to her as if he was waiting to be handcuffed, like a criminal. "I'm Argentine," he paused a moment before smiling, dropping his hands and saying, "And proud of it."

*Emapanada: a little pastry stuffed with meat or egg or anything you feel like. They are mostly found in Argentina.

A/N: Hello everybody! I must thank you for your patience with this story. I would have written but I had no access to a laptop or computer while I was away. Right! Over the weekend, I am going to try and upload 5 chapters, including this one. One for every week that I was away!

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