Just Great (Pie and Quill)

Pieter stood, grabbing his cup and Aquila's. He headed to a trash can and threw then out before returning quietly.

"Ah, I was born in Saint Petersburg, but I live outside of Moscow most of the year." he waved a hand to show it was no big deal, "I switch between three houses: Moscow, the summer house down south, and a place in Saint Petersburg,"

"Oh so gentlemanly, cleaning up," Quil teased with a smile as Pieter came back.

"Three houses? That sounds like a lot to keep track of," he commented with a laugh, keeping to himself the first thought that came to him which was three house had to mean Pieter had a fair bit of money. He honestly didn't care, so he did see the need to bring it up.

Pieter gave an awkward curtsy, grinning ear to ear as he sat down. Resting his head on his hands, he let his glasses fall down his nose and blur the world. He wrinkled his nose in a squint before pushing the glasses up again.

"My mom used to have a house in Wales too, but she died," He said, shrugging it off, " The St. Petersburg house is the best anyway; we like to explore the city,"

Quil gave a laugh as he bowed, and then played with his glasses.

He sobered however when he meantioned his mother. They way he shrugged it off he obviously didn't want to make a big deal about it, so Quil was going to follow with that.

Still...

Before he had thought anything about it, he slid his hand across the table and rested it over Pieters in what he hoped was a comforting gesture, Quil did not do comforting, "That is too bad Piet."

"Well then," he said giving a smile and pushing aside the gloomy topic, "I think I shall have to see that then, if it is indeed the best."

Pieter jumped when their hands touched, then gave him a warm smile. He gave the Ravenclaw's hand a light squeeze, his hand lingering a second longer than necessary.

"Thank you," he mumbled, a soft blush across his face. He looked around and sat up, not wanting to seem so weak in public.

"I will show it to you... if you attend Durmstrang," he teased, another smile coming across his face, "I'll take you sledding,"

Quil's brain was more than a little slow in pulling his hand back. He didn't really think much on it deciding that he was just spacing out - it wouldn't be the first time he did that, and honestly the number of times he hit his head he wouldn't be surprised if he had some brain injury.

He nodded, "Not a problem-o, Master Piet-o."

"Well, now I definitly have to come to Durmstrang, with an offer like that on the line," he smirked and then his eyes light up, "Ooh Sledding!!"

Pieter raised an eyebrow, leaning back on his chair. "Piet-o?" He laughed. English were so weird! Pieter glanced over Aquila again, holding back a smirk. At least they weren't bad looking.

"Next Winter Hols, when you are in Durmstrang, I will take you home and sled with you, okay?" The Russian laughed, "The best sledding ever too!"

"What? No Piet-O then? Fine," Quil pouted as a michievious glint came into his eyes, "Though you should know you are presently ruining all my fun."

"The best sledding every eh? Hmm, that's got a lot of prestege to it. I hope you know what your getting yourself into. I shall now have very high expectations."

Pieter shook his head apologetically. "No, No,I like it! I just.. do not understand the nickname,"

He nodded proudly, adjusting his glasses. "You better be ready,

"We shoul do this again," Pieter said softly, looking away, "This is nice,"

Aquila laughed, "To be perfectly honest, I do not know if I understand it either... I do not think these things through before they come out of my mouth."


"Oh I will be."

"We should," Quil nodded his head with a smile that then grew into a smirk, "And since I have decided I like you Pieter, I may even be willing to pay next time."

Pieter nodded, adjusting his glasses to hide his blush. This kid. Was. Adorable.

"You better. I am not made of the money," he joked, "And I am not a cheap date,"

Quil pushed his chair back with a grin.

"Well then it seems I should go and get me a job, so I can afford this."

He gave an impish grin as he proceeded to put on his coat once more.

Pieter laughed and stood up, wrapping his scarf around his neck slowly. Slipping on his coat, Pieter smiled.

"My boyfriend would love you. You are so funny!" he gave another laugh, "I cannot wait to go to school with you,"

Quil tilted his head and gave a little nod, ignoring the odd little twinge at boyfriend.

"But of course," he smiled, "everybody loves me. I am positivly irrasitable."

Pulling his coat on and realizing that he had nothing else to do, but leave, he - somewhat reluctantly - went to do that.

"You know, I think I'm finding the same thing."

Pieter nodded with a laugh, wrapping his coat around him. The Durmstrang boy was lad he changed the boy's mind about school; it really isn't too bad after the first few weeks.

He held out a hand for the boy to shake. "I will see you soon then, yes?"

Aquila took the offered hand, "You bet."