::Poise&Rationality:: (Esteban&Vik)

[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire couldn't even imagine what Marge had been thinking. The waitress must've been insane to think all of this up, the Gryffindor realized as she shuffled over the threshold and into the strangely crowded room.
No, she couldn't even imagine. How Marge had managed to get permission, how she got all of these people here, how she figured out how to get a number of Locals and Students alike to sign up for what she called "Open Mic Night."
Victoire managed to squeeze herself into a booth, and waved at the proud woman, who was ushering a small boy onto the stage that had been built just for this occasion, knowing for a fact that her small gesture would go completely unnoticed. She smiled, as the boy, who must have been only in his first year --Brave kid-- began to burp the alphabet. Not thta she had expected any different. It wasn't necessarily just singing tonight, or instrument, for that matter. It was just about any talent that could be mustered.
After a minute or so, the audience clapped, and Marge introduced the next act, catching enough of Victoire's attention so that she didn't notice who slid into the seat across from her. No, she was too busy fingering the small harmonica in her purse, wondering why she hadn't bothered signing up, before realizing she had talked herself out of it.

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[Esteban Rodriguez]

Esteban walked slowly down the main Hogsmeade street, kicking the piles of leaves that lifted up into the air and swirled in small patterns. Hands in his jacket pocket, his favourite pocket-size book in his jean pocket, he was content. The book in question was an old battered copy of the Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, in spanish of course, which he had been given when he was young. A first edition. He had treasured it and read it so many times that the binding was wearing away. The silver lettering on the front was fading slightly, but the pale blue colour of the book, was still the same shade which it had been thirteen years ago. It was one of these rare nights that Esteban had decided to go out and not remain by the common room fire. He needed a break from all the conversations about wizard's chess. It wasn't fun anymore, the game I mean, well why would it be when you can just remember the quickest way to get checkmate in just six moves?

He pushed open the door to the Hog's Head, pausing as he caught sight of the small stage where a small boy was burping the alphabet. Hmm, pleasant... He looked around looking for a spare booth. He slipped into the nearest one, catching the eye of the girl who was sitting opposite. "Sorry, is this seat taken? I'll find somewhere else if it is.." he said quietly, smiling.

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[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire followed suit as the room burst into applause, apparently excited about something that had just happened on stage. She hadn't even been paying attention, but she didn't even bother asking what had just occured, for another act appeared, and began singing off-key. Does she know she's bad, or did someone tell her she's good? The Gryffindor wondered. The chortles told her the later.
"Sorry, is this seat taken? I'll find somewhere else if it is..."
Victoire jumped, not expecting someone to speak to her. Usually, she scared everyone off, or accidentally insulted them. She turned, wondering who it was.
He was a Quidditch player, or so she guessed, and he looked only vaguely familiar, so she assumed he was on another team. Not Slytherein...Huffle of Raven, though she wasn't sure which. "Uh...yeah. I mean, no. Or... I dunno. It's not taken." She stuttered, not used to conversation that wasn't with her cousins or that wasn't life-threatening.
I need to get out more often She realized, with a frown.
Victoire watched the figure on stage flee, with tears in her eyes, and felt a stab of pity in her gut. "Poor girl, she really didn't need to be humiliated like that. People can be so cruel"

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[Esteban Rodriguez]

"Thanks," he said before turning his attention to the girl who had just taken the stage. The girl was singing, well if you could call it that, wailing might have been more accurate. The chortles from the audeince increased in intensity, which resulted in a tear rolling down the young girl's face. "I agree, whoever told her that she was a good singer should be ashamed." He watched the girl flee the stage and run into the arms of her older sister, whilst the next act was ushered onto the stage: a young man from Slytherin telling jokes about Spain. Esteban turned his back on the stage and looked back at the girl who's table he was now sharing. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, Esteban," he said with a smile, holding out a hand.

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[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire nodded in response to the Quidditch player's comment, the frown slightly deepening as she furrowed her brow. Spanish jokes always bothered her. Maybe it was just because she had watched Pygmalion one too many times and had grown tired of the usual The rain is Spain stays mainly in the plane, or some other random reason.
Her ears perked as the boy turned away from the stage and began to speak. A randon burst of observation had her smiling, though it was more of a "Oh...now I get it" than anything else. He held out his hand, but Victoire tilted her head, as she often did when performing "detective" work.
"You have a Spanish accent" She said, a little randomly. "I'm not making fun of it, I swear. It just occured to me, I guess" She chuckled, and the Slytherin on stage beamed, for he apparently thought it was at one of his jokes.
"I'm Victoire, bye the way. Another weasel, I guess. "

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[Esteban Rodriguez]

"Yes I guess that's because I'm Spanish as our Slytherin friend over there, knows only too well," he said with a smile, withdrawing his hand as the girl chuckled slightly at her own observation. He kept focused on the girl sitting opposite him, ignoring the Slytherin who had now started making jokes about royalty. Oh great...why can't they just give it a rest and leave me alone for a once? I've put up with it for seven years now, well at least it's not as bad as it first was, all those years ago. "It's nice to meet you Victoire," he said quietly.

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[Victoire Weasley]

Victoire smiled in return, and watched at the Slytherin, raising an eyebrow. "I'm gonna make a wild guess, but you two don't get along very much do you?" She rolled her eyes as the audience roared in laughter. "Just ignore them. They'll stop, eventually. I used to have a horrible French accent, because my mother thought it was more important to learn French than English. People teased me about it, all the time. I fought to get rid of mine, but you should be proud. Spain's a beautiful country. At least it is where I've been."
Victoire snorted, very unlady-like when the boy spoke again. "Is that supposed to be comedy?" She asked, mostly herself, before turnign back to Esteban.
"It's nice to meet you, too. If you don't mind my asking, do you play Quidditch?"

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