music when the lights go out

The movie was an excuse. Besides there were no attractive people in it, at least not to Julien. The boy got easily bored without an eye-candy in a film. It was more difficult than he had expected, picking a movie. Julien had ransacked his mind for a fitting movie, but he somehow could not think of it the night before. Thinking about the genres did not help either. This was, then, the only film that attempted to encompass a few genres into itself. Now, though, Julien wished he had put on Breakfast at Tiffany's, his favourite, instead. He was fussing too much about what Sevastian would like, although he never asked and would never know until he did. The film certainly did not look too attractive now, but it will do as a space filler. At least Julien had something to put his eyes on instead of training them to the ground at awkward moments.

Thankfully, Sevastian had decided to be more entertaining than the film. Julien grinned when parts of cat began to manifest from his friend's seemingly original form. His eyes could not help but be forced wide opened, when he felt his hand being brought to feel the other boy's furry chest. It was strange, really. On normal circumstances, that would have been somewhat forbidden. Now, it was an exhibit. Julien rubbed his hand at Sevastian's chest for a few moments before he took it away, deciding not to let it linger, although he liked the feeling of it. He always had a thing for soft and furry things, thus Mr Grumpy, and many others that Julien had already tire of. Mr Grumpy was merely three weeks old. Soon, Lolee would have to chuck him away, or ask another house-elf to discard or donate it. Even a house like the Delacours' was not generous enough to accommodate all of Julien's plushies.

"I'll love to go visit you, one year. I've never been to that part of the world. It must be so cool, to live there." The grass, it seems, was greener on the other side, although Julien did not even know what to expect. He was merely bored of his side of the world. "Where do your other Krum cousins live at?" Julien had waited for the house-elves to leave before reaching for his glass of milk. And then he held it up and gestured for Sevastian to take his, as if he wanted to clink his glass against the other boy's, as if they were about to down some alcohol or something. "Well, summer has been full of Paris. Grandmother wants to see a lot of Gisele and I, and we have to travel with her around town sometimes. I'm starting to tire of these visits with her. And then we get our cousins, who are lovely. But as usual, the shopping comes up tops for me. I wish I could bring them all to Hogwarts. They won't be of much use, though. I'll just have to bring half of them and leave them in London. Well, cheers anyway. Here's to the rest of summer, and especially the next few days of having you here. I've to bring you to town. Are you interested in doing some shopping?"

The film that they were watching didn’t make much sense to Sevastian. There were...zombies, right, and people who were British and they were running from zombies and the ginger feller got dumped. Oh, Sevastian didn’t know what was going on. It was all terribly confusing. Sevastian squinted at the screen before taking another bite of his biscuit. He tipped his head back onto the seat and watched Julien, despite being upside down, as he spoke his desires. Sevastian laughed at his friend’s choice of wording and nodded, shaking his head a little.

“Cool is right. It’s freezing, Jules, and unless you have a winter wardrobe to sustain you year-round then you’d hate living there. It’s just...bleh.” Sevastian made a face and laughed again before admitting, “I suppose it isn’t that bad.” He smiled gently. “I guess I’m just over-exaggerating. It’s nice, I guess. It’s brilliant when we’re in the house where I grew up. Usually it isn’t all of us. The last couple of years it has been me, my brother that is closest to my age, my tutor and my nanny. Oh; and his boyfriend. Can’t forget Emilián. He makes the best cakes. They’re just...you can’t finish it, not matter how small the slice is. They’re just...you have to come; if only to try the cakes. Yes! We shall go!” Sevastian giggled.

Sevastian’s lips came together again and he pursed them before rolling them around in thought. “I guess...everywhere. It depends really I suppose. It depends who has married who. I mean, they’ll move the girls. They’re like sheep being taken into town for trade. There are Bulgarians and Spaniards and Germans and Austrians...we’re all across the Euro zone. My first cousins are Russian. There is a little bit of German in there but not a lot really. Just names. Uhm...” Sevastian’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think. “I think there are a few Americans and the Angelovas have a few English ones. The Angelovas are...well, it’s complicated.” Sevastian flushed.

“I can’t really explain it, I’m sorry. It’s just very complicated. My family is very large and very old. There is a lot of bad blood between some of the people on the tree. My part of the family refuses to talk to Elijah’s part at times. You know Elijah? He’s in Slytherin....uh, Cecilia, his sister, is in Ravenclaw too. But, um, my great-grandfather fell out with his brother and something happened and he took his family to Russia. That’s why we’re there. Um...I suppose you’ll just have to look at the tree. I’ll show you when you come to ours. I’ll show you.” Sevastian promised.

Sevastian picked up his glass and laughed before clinking his glass against Julien’s. He laughed at Julien’s words and shook his head. “Don’t fault it! At least you get to see your grandmother. My dad did something to aggravate her way back whenever and now she doesn’t want anything to do with him.” Sevastian rolled his eyes. “So we can’t have anything to do with her. It’s weird. C’est la vie. Shopping sounds really fun though! I haven’t actually shopped in Paris before. My sisters have a thing about dragging me everywhere with them; assuming I enjoy it. It’s alright until I find myself in the underwear section and they’re asking my opinion. That’s beyond embarrassing.” Sevastian laughed and slapped his hand to his forehead. “Oh Merlin’s beard! The visuals! The horror! Speaking of horror...why is that guy a zombie?”