Enzo N. Vitelli

"Oh, no, I was teasing you, it’s a line from a song, but I will teach you how to ride a bike if you want…"

"Mannaggia! I feel like a complete idiot now but I'd absolutely love to learn if you are still willing to teach me though."

"No actually… I can’t say I have." he admitted with a small chuckle.

"Impossible! I don't believe it for one second."

Raina smiled in relief partly because he had actually watched that movie and so had not thought she was crazy and partly because she was happy he liked it. Her gaze followed his to the porcelain chicken trying hard not to laugh as she picked it up “Oh of course, I couldn’t leave it here! It’s just too damn gorgeous” she managed to keep a straight face until she actually had to look at the thing and then she couldn’t stop herself from laughing.

These pillows have feathers... || Enzotine

Enzo was furiously trying to write his essay on the Greek Goddess Athena he’d put it off for weeks during the festive season but it was due tomorrow and he wasn’t even half way done. Unfortunately it seemed his beloved was quite intent on distracting him, not that Enzo particularly minded in fact whilst Constantine had been working the vampire had stolen more than a few glances at the angel. Enzo struggled to keep his eyes off the man and that was his problem, which wasn’t helped by the dramatic attempts to catch his attention.

"Or maybe we could ride bikes around the halls?"

"Never rode a bike before..."

"Make a snow what..?"

"Are you telling me you've never made a snowman before?"

Enzo grinned at the enthusiasm rolling the small chunk of snow in his palms into a ball, "Enzo, alright Cam so we need to build the biggest snowman this school has ever seen".

"Absolutely! Well, I'm no expert but snowmen aren't too hard to put together I'm sure we will manage it. C'mon before all the snow melts and it's spring."

Helena smiled at how excited the other seemed to get about the art surrounding them. Looking closely at the artwork, her smiled dropped slightly. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be to be a werewolf…” She murmured, shaking her head slightly. Following the other, her eyes flickered around, glancing at all the other paintings, before turning her complete attention to what was being said to her. “Oh that’s so pretty…” She breathed, smiling once more, the artwork drawing in her whole attention, making her not want to look away.

Enzo mulled over her words and was inclined to reply but from the dark paintings Alajo created being a werewolf wasn't a picnic, but then no matter who you are life is never a picnic. "Yeah, Hubert has a real talent to sculpt figures that small but... the real magic, and it's quite literally magic," he turned gesturing the small scene of faes that had been brought to life. Currently the miniature fairies were dancing to an imagined melody but as if reacting to their presence the fae began to wave, "Hubert was a warlock and he is fascinated –– maybe obsessed is a better word with fairies. So much so that rumour has it he's even married a fairy but then that's gossip". Enzo shook his head and chuckled softly, "well still in the mood for culture or have I put you off now?"

Raina entered the shop with one single mission in mind, find a christmas gift for her father. Her eyes scanned the shelves nearest to her not seeing anything of interest, she was about to keep on looking until she heard a familiar voice. Raina looked towards where the voice had come from and smiled at she saw that it was Enzo the guy she had met while at work “Hey Enzo” she said returning the wave. “Of all the antique shops, in all the towns, in all the world, you walk in to this one” she quoted with an amused smile before. “So what brings you here?” she asked although she already had a pretty good idea, it was the holiday season after all and most people that were in shops now were searching for gifts to give,

Francesca let out a sigh of relief as the other confirmed he could help her. “Oh thank goodness, I’ve been lost for so long…” She commented with a small laugh. Falling silent for a moment, she thought about where she wanted to go. “Uh… Well why don’t you show me what you think is some of the nicest art here, so my day hasn’t been a waste?” She suggested, hoping the other wouldn’t mind doing so.

Over-ruled with enthusiasm Enzo immediately held out a pale hand gesturing towards a trio of rather abstract paintings, "well perhaps not the most intricate or lavish art we have here but these were painted by a Hungarian artist called Dani Alajos. He wanted to depict the aggression and pain he felt as a werewolf," Enzo himself glanced towards the three canvases they had been painted with a heavy hand and one held a tear through the middle. A little odd for some and many walked straight past them without a second glance but Enzo found them fascinating ever more so considering he had once painted much like this. "A little further down this hallway we have some of Hubert's work he has created numerous small delicate scenes of fairies that could fit in the palm of your hand," Enzo added restraining himself from talking much more so not to overwhelm her.

Francesca spinned on her heels at the unfamiliar voice, glad that someone was there to help her. She’d been walking around the art museum for over an hour, completely lost after taking one too many wrong turns. She hadn’t meant to even be in the art museum, but after studying as much as she had, she wanted to be surrounded by culture, by history, but on her own terms, not for work. “Oh my gosh, yes! I’ve gotten so lost, I think I took a wrong turn?” She explained, rubbing the back of her neck. “I don’t suppose you could help me?” She added hopefully. It wasn’t that she disliked being there, but she did need directions.

"Absolutely, helping is what I'm here for," although Enzo had to admit he still wasn't well accustomed to the layout of the museum since his arrival work hadn't been his first priority. Even when here his mind was adrift with the art or another. But today Enzo was fully committed to paying the utmost attention and executing his job in such a way that'd force his boss to smile. "Where exactly was it you were heading? Or what was it you wished to see?" Not everyone came here to admire the art but Enzo was ever hopeful.