André Dufort

“Yes, I’m so bored of the same meals every day… although, I sit at the same part of the Hufflepuff table every day. Do you think there’s different food at the other end of the table?” Elias asked thoughtfully, looking up at the other with wide eyes. “Oh, wait. Yes, yeah let’s go get some food. Where?”

“I do not know, all I know is other food will also have no flavour whatsoever.” he said with a shake of his head. “Come with me then, mon nounours. We are getting out of this fort.”

“Tell me about it. Have they ever heard of spices? Sauces that aren’t gravy?” Alex groaned, dropping the fork after having had been picking at her food for a while, and standing up as hte other offered an alternative. “Don’t have to ask me twice. I’ll go anywhere, as long as it’s not this place.”

“C'est l'esprit, mon amour.” He was glad to hear someone as equally unimpressed as he was. “This makes me miss Beauxbatons.” he admitted to the other. “The food it not comparable to this, very flavourful. Where would you like to go?” 

“I mean, the food having little to no taste wont kill ye’“ The petite Irish girl replied, through narrow eyes as she placed a sugar quill between her lips. Her guilty pleasure. “It’s the House Elves who’re holding a grudge that will..” she joked, offering a wink in his direction. “If that includes a trip to The Hog’s Head - then, count me in.”

“It will if I refuse to eat any of it for weeks at once.” he reasoned, a wide smile on his features. “The Hog’s Head is far too dingy for my liking, we could go to a bar I know in muggle London if you wish to join me.”

“I miss just the regular, simple, handmade pasta.” Katrina whined, looking over the food that was served on the tables. The elves were probably working like crazy to produce it, but nothing seemed appetizing. Not at all. “You can try- but unless we’re going somewhere out of this country, then we won’t get much.”

“It is the weekend.” he reasoned. “I would personally get a portkey to France simply to have some good food, my father would be happy to arrange.” he said thoughtfully. 

“But- it’s creepy.” Elise protested, only to be silenced a moment later. And she’d be damned if she didn’t kiss Andre back. She let her hands moved to the back of his head, fingers tangling lightly into his hair as she pulled him closer. “Then prove yourself.”

“I do not think it is creepy, but if you mind we can go some place more private.” he said before his lips found hers again. “What is to prove, ma belle, I do not see you wanting to let me go.” 

Kasia was picking at her food, turning the fries over for inspection before settling them back next to the oddly looking salad. Dissatisfied, she pushed the plate away from herself, her gaze flickering upwards to the person standing near her. “I can hardly object to that.”

“It’s terrible, is it not?” he said with a sigh. “Well, do you know where we can go and eat, are there any good places in Hogsmeade with food which is actually flavoursome?” 

“English food isn’t that bland,” Milo frowned slightly, “Why don’t you just ask the Elves to cook you something?”

“It is bland, like baby food.” he shook his head. “Will the elves listen to what the students want?” 

Wyatt paused, cheeks flushing red when he realised he’d been rambling. “Uh, sorry I talk a lot when I’m nervous. Which is… pretty much all the time.” Especially around cute guys like him.

“Are you saying to me that I make you nervous?” An amused laugh left his lips. “But I do not mind hearing you talk, you have, what do they say, you have a pretty voice. Do you also sing?” 

“Isn’t that why people stare at others? To get their attention and then tell them whatever meaningless thing they wanted to tell them?” She asks, shrugging her shoulders.

“I did not have anything to say to you, ma belle, but it seems you are in a very bad mood, yes?” he questioned. “What is a way to fix that? I will help.” 

“Oh boo-whoo, you poor boy,” B said, having none of his spoiled ass this evening. “But I will bite! Take me out and treat me!”

“You do not understand what you are missing till you have the authentic coq au vin.” he insisted. “Very well, it will be my treat, do you know any restaurants which serve good food, unlike what we are forced to have here?” 

When the other arrived, instantly changing the subject, a large grin appeared on her face. Talking about herself, now that was something she wouldn’t be against. “Are you saying my skin isn’t always radiant?” She joked. “I only use the best products, maybe I could hook you up.”

“I would like to look at you all the time but I only see you rarely. So, I cannot say, minette.”  he said teasingly. “Yes, I would like for you to give me a list so I can try it all myself.” 

“Snob.” She chuckled at his critique, even though he did have point about the bland food. “Sure, lead the way.”

"I only say it because your food has no flavour, you cannot deny it.” he insisted before nodding. “I will take you to this restaurant in London with delicious soupe à l’oignon. Nothing in Hogsmeade is good enough for me now.

“Well, I suppose you’re used to better,” Andromeda smiled softly, before frowning as the other spoke. “You want to leave the school with me?”

“I am used to a lot better, I have to say.” he nodded a smirk growing on his lips. “Why will I not leave the school with you, mon petit chou. I will ride off into the sunset with you.”