Window shopping. {Open}

[Antoine Joubert]

Antoine enjoyed shopping. Not just clothes shopping but shopping for food, supplies, books and all sorts of other things too. He liked seeing all the different things the shops had to offer and try new things. So today he was in paris, shopping. He wasn't shopping for anything in particular. He had bought one book about charms to make minor injuries go away. He had thought it could come in handy since his subject tended to cause some injuries.

He was wearing a nice wool coat that was fitted and a pair of denim jeans. He also wore a hat and a scarf because of the cold.

He walked down the avenue stopping by random windows to look inside and see if he wanted to go inside. Finally he walked past a café and he decided to stop and have a cup of swiss mocca.

Wearing this!

[Claude Leveque]

Claude decided to take a day off after a tough week of teaching. In his first class alone, seven students predicted his death. Needless to say, this was not his favourite prediction. They were all quite young though so he didn't see much into it, he just tightened his scarf and continued walking down the street. He was strolling down Avenue de magie for a new crystal ball.

As he carried his new crystal ball in a thick paperbag, he glanced up and down the street. Most people he knew were either at Beauxbatons or not in Paris. Claude felt quite confident though; he didn't mind being alone. He stepped into a puddle and swore a bit louder than absolute necessary. His snakeskin shoe was ruined. He stepped back without paying attention and felt his weight being shifted onto someone else. Oh great... A dancer who falls onto other people.

"Holy mother of..." he started as he toppled backwards. Thankfully, his balance was regained but his dignity was still gone. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to push..." he started as he turned around. "Antoine? What are you doing here?" he asked in shock. What were the chances? A fellow teacher being in Paris on the same time and at the same place...

"I'm so sorry. I guess I should look before I plummet to the ground!"

[Antoine Joubert]

He paid the woman by the counter for his swiss mocca and then turned around and walked out of the café. He didn't get very far though because at that moment someone backed into him and he spilled his coffee. "Merde" he muttered and looked up. He chuckled lightly when he noticed who had just backed into him and almost fallen in the process. He smiled at him as he started to apologize and then notice who he was. "I could ask you the same question Claude" he said and tuckked his hands into his jacket pockets.

He laughed "It's quite alright, no use crying over spilled coffee" he said looking at the ground and grinning. Antoine wasn't the kind to hold grudges. He firmly belived that anything could be made up for and there was no use being mad over something that couldn't be changed.

"Can I buy you a cup off coffee?" he asked and pointed at the café behind him.

[Claude Leveque]

"Absolutely not!" Claude exclaimed with his eyes widened. There was no way this man was going to buy three coffees. "If anything I should buy you a coffee," he said and smiled politely. "But only if we sit down for a while. My feet are killing me." Claude was standing his entire life, and when he wasn't standing, he was dancing. Thus his feet could do with some rest. He put his hand on his colleague's shoulder and spun him around.

As Claude opened the door to the cafe, he stood back and let Antoine go in first. "After you," he said and followed him in. He took off his long white leather jacket and hung it on the coat hanger. "May I take your coat?" he asked with poise and held his hand out to take the other coat as well. They sat down and Claude couldn't help but grin. There was a huge stain on the front of Antoine's shirt. "I'm so sorry about that," he said and whipped out his wand. He didn't use his wand often, just when absolutely needed. With a twirl, the stain started to disappear. After a few seconds the stain was completely gone.

The waitress came to their table and asked them for their order. "Oh my..." Claude said in shock as he caught sight of her. She was positively obese. She probably snacked on small elephants and dragons to keep that... lovely figure. "I'll have a Latè, and you?" he said as he tilted his head. A smile spread over his face as he tried to contain his laughter. He bit his bottom lip and picked up his shirt to smell the few drops that spilt on him. "Another Swiss Mocca?" he said with a mischievous grin, recognizing the smell. He started laughing as the waitress walked away. He felt horrible. Claude wasn't one to make fun of people, but that woman probably stood with her one foot in Italy while she took their order. "So seriously, what brings you here?"

[Antoine Joubert]

He laughed when he denied his request and told him that if anyone was buying coffee it was him. He wouldn't have minded buying more coffee, it was basically the only thing he consumed so he had leftover food money, unless it was that time of the month, which it wasn't ((no he doesn't get his period XD)). And even though it wasn't like that money wasn't a issue for Antoine, he came from a wealthy family. But he appreciated the gesture and of course he wasn't going to be rude and argue with the man. He nodded "alright, I would love to sit down" he said and smiled his half crooked smile.

They walked towards the café and he smiled at him as he opened the door for him. He walked in and took his gloves and hat off and stuffed them into the pocket of his jacket and then took it off. He looked at Claude as he offered to take his jacket and smiled and handed it to him "merci" he said thanking him.

Antoine hadn't noticed the stain until Claude mentioned it. The he looked down and gasped. He would have done the same as Claude if he hadn't been quicker. He watched the stain disappear and smiled in relief. Antoine was constantly obsessed with keeping clean and it wasn't uncommon to see him primping all the time.

They sat down in the crowded café and waited for the waitress to come. When she did Antoine couldn't help but feel bad for the poor thing. It confounded him how someone could get this way without being hexed with a bubble charm or something. The poor girl literally looked like an air ballon. He put his hand to his mouth to try to stop himself from bursting with laughter which was the reason why he couldn't answer his order right away. He was too busy restraining himself. But it distracted him when Claude smelled his own shirt to figure out. He grinned, his guess was correct a and Antoine nodded.

When Claude started laughing he couldn't restrain himself any more and bursted out with laughter. He knew they were being incredibly disrespectful but how could one let themselves get like this. The laughter subsided and Claude asked him what he was doing there. "Umh.. I was just window shopping for... nothing really, I bought one book" he answered "how about you? what are you doing here?" he asked.

Their coffee arrived and he took a sip out of his cup after thanking the 'hot' air balloon. "Mmmh" he sighed. Coffee became pretty vital when you weren't eating, it was the only thing that kept his body going. He guessed it was pretty stupid when he was exercising so much but he couldn't help it. That was the reason he drank Swiss Mocca, there was just enough sugar in it to keep him strong, plus it tasted great.

[Claude Leveque]

Claude was thankful that Antoine burst out in laughter! Thank heavens he wasn't the only one that found this funny. He laughed along with him until tears started forming in his eyes. He heard Antoine talk again and stopped laughing slowly. "Oh that sounds fun," he said with a curvy smile. "What book did you buy?" he asked him and thanked the waitress for bringing them their drinks. "I decided to spoil myself a bit and buy myself a new crystal ball. Check it out," he said proudly and took it out of the thick brown bag.

Rainbow coloured reflections bounced of off the clear surface, filling the room with a mystical glow. "This is top of the range. Crafted by a blind princess in Greece. She used pure fairy dust and essence of moonbeams." He smiled at his newest possession. No wonder it drained his whole bank account, but it was totally worth it. Claude watched the smoky whiteness swirl around and form a strangely shaped circle. It dispersed and created an image of a thousand butterflies circling the interior of the crystal ball. He blushed and quickly stowed it away again.

"I've been working with you for a whole year now," he said after he had taken another sip from his late. "And we don't even know each other! Where are you from?"

[Antoine Joubert]

He smiled "it's a Healers book. Teaches you how to heal minor injuries at home" he answered. He found that it was getting a bit tedious going to the nurses office just to take care off a sprained ankle. And he knew he could do it himself if he had the instructions in front of him. Sometimes it was even just a cut on the hand because of handeling the skates. Usually they were just minor things that anyone could take care off. But sometimes they did injure themselves more than a normal person could handle and then, of course, they would be taken to a healer.

"Oh fun" he claimed excitidly when he said he had bought a new crystal ball. His eyes grew wide as he took it out of the paper bag and put it on the table. He was in awe of it, it was so beutiful he wanted to touch it but he didn't dare. The crystal radiated rainbows and it looked other worldly. "Wow" was all he could say. When he put it away he almost felt sad but he smiled anyways and took another sip out of his coffee.

He chuckled " I know it's ridiculous!" he claimed with a grin. "I am from Cassis in the lovely south, born and raised. How about you?" he asked.

Antoine was getting rather warm, the air was a bit stuffy in there. He pushed the sleves of his black long sleeved shirt up to his elbows. He didn't really like being warm, it made him feel like he was stuffed in a caccoon and he couldn't move.

[Claude Leveque]

Claude listened intently to the description of the book. Healing charms did come in handy, especially to dancers, and skaters, Claude now realised. Perhaps he should find himself one of those too. Shopping was fun. The feeling of owning something new was an unparalleled delight!

"My parents are city dwellers. So I grew up in Paris. My mother owned a bakery and my father was a harpy tamer in his day. Needless to say they are both retired and over the hill now," he added with a chuckle. His greying hair obviously gave his age away. As far as he knew, he was one of the oldest teachers at Beauxbatons. Most of the professors get a post directly after finishing their further training. They were all in their early twenties, with a later twenty year old popping up here and there.

"I'm glad I ran... well fell onto you today," he said with a grin. It would have been quite lonely and depressing walking through the bustling metropolis of Avenue de Magie alone. He didn't really mind being alone, but good company was always nice.

[Antoine Joubert]

He smiled lightly as he told him about his parents. Both his parents were still alive, but of course that was normal because he was only 26. He didn't know how old Claude was but he guessed that he was a bit older than he was judging by his greying hair. Age seemed to aggree with Claude though, even though he had a bit of wrinkles around the eyes and his hair was greying Antoine still found him attractive and he couldn't help but think that he must have been extreamly hot when he was in his twenties. Not that he wasn't hot now. Antoine blushed at his thoughts and took a mental note on avoiding these types of conversations thankful for the fact that this one had only been in his head.

He grinned at Claude's words "I'm glad you fell into me too!" he said and laughed. Antoine was really busy all the time, constantly practicing between classes. He was very competitive and always wanted to be the best at everything. He also enjoyed practicing so he did it as often as he could. But that also meant that he had little time for social life in between. That meant that he didn't have many friends. So he was thankful for any company he could get.

"So, any promising dancers in your class this semester?" he asked taking another sip out of his coffee.

[Claude Leveque]

Blushing at Antoine, returning his gladness, Claude smiled at him. Promising dancers. "Well... We have only had one lesson yet but I do believe there are a few, yes. Madeline Henrie is quite impressive along with Martin Elliott. He just needs a bit more confidence but she..." he grinned at the thought of his star student. "She's got the whole package." He smiled at the thought of his dancers and another one popped into mind. "Oh yes! I shouldn't forget Charlotte Bennett. She is going to be a prima ballerina one day but her jazz is good as well!"

Claude took the last sip of his late and called the ball of a waitress over. "How about you? Any good skaters?" he asked his new friend and smiled. Claude had only tried ice skating once, he sucked. He couldn't stay upright for longer than a second and a half before meeting the the surface of the ground with a force to be reckoned with. "I should confess... I've never been able to skate in my life," he said with a blush. It was so unfair. This man could probably do anything with ease on solid ground, but Claude would never be able to do anything remotely poised on ice.

"Another one?" he asked when the lady of roundness arrived.

[Antoine Joubert]

He listened intently as Claude named a few students that were promising. He nodded as he spoke about Madeline and Martin. He knew that Madeline was extreamly skilled at many of the dance arts. She specialised in Ballet but Jazz dance seemed to come more naturally to her, even though she preffered ballet. Madeline was also one of his star students, though she wasn't nearly as talented at figure skating as she was at jazz dance and ballet. He nodded when he mentioned Charlotte.

He grinned when he asked him the same question. "Miss Henrie seemes to showe some promise at all of the dance arts, including skating. It has probably something to do with being veela, you know, the siren gene." He said and took a sip out of his coffee "but miss Debois is undoubtidly the best in my class" he concluded finishing the rest of his coffee.

He laughed when he told him that he was hopelessly horrible at figure skating. "That's just because you didn't have me as your teacher!" He claimed with a grin. "I should teach you some time, it's not as hard as it looks" he said and grinned even more if that was even possible.

He nodded politely as Claude asked if he wanted another one. He grinned as the mountain waddled away from their table after taking their order.

[Claude Leveque]

Claude tried to think of who Antoine was talking about. Debois... He couldn't place her at all. He would pay better attention during his next classes. "Yes those veelas sure know how to dance. I find it extremely unfair," he said like a child throwing a tantrum. "How easy my life would've been if everyone chased after me and was at my constant beck and call every day!" Sighing, he realised that this was a completely unnecessary rant, and stopped immediately.

"You think you can teach me how to glide on ice?" he asked with skepticism dripping from his voice. "You should see me, it looks like I'm extremely drunk or constipated!" he said with a smirk. This was very true. His facial expression was one of complete concentration mixed with shock as he tumbled down onto the cold ice over and over and over again. "But... who knows, maybe you could fix me," he added slyly and resisted the urge to wink. That would be completely inappropriate! The man was 10 years younger than him for crying out loud!

He shook his head when the waitress brought their drinks and left again. "Can you imagine her in a leotard?" he asked with a giggle. He had never been this thankful that jazz dance wasn't a compulsory subject. Not all french people were beautiful and skinny... Some of them would be a nightmare in tights. He knew that these thoughts weren't kind, but he needed to blow off some steam.

[Antoine Joubert]

He chuckled a bit at his comment about the veela's. He pushed up his sleeves revealing his handsome muscles. And on some level he knew it was on purpose to try to esthetically please the handsome and almost inappropriately older gentleman in front of him. Well, maybe it wasn't inappropriate, but it would be frowned upon. Antoine wasn't a child he could take care of himself, he didn't need anyone to tell him who and who he couldn't see. Especially some unwritten laws about age and what not.

He then and there took the immediate stance that he could date whoever he damnd well pleased. Granted they wanted to date him. He wasn't even perfectly sure about Claud's sexual preferance. I mean he had heard rumours but he didn't know if they were true or not. Everyone knew Antoine was gay, there was just something about his personality that gave it away once you got to know him. He wasn't really a queen but he was dainty, yes you could describe him as dainty. He worked really hard to keep a hard exterior, both physically and emotionally.

He laughed hard at his decription of himself on ice. He smiled showing his perfect teeth and moved his hand to touch his fore arm "if anyone can, I can" he said and pointed his chest extreamly conceited.

He didn't look up as the woman came with their drinks. If she wasn't stupid too she would have undoubtidly noticed their comments and laughter. He couldn't help but feel a bit ashamed but of course she should feel that way too. No one had a glandular problem that could make you this way. He lost his train of thought when Claude made a comment about her in a leotard and he couldn't help but shamefully laugh again. "Merlin I hope she stays away from those" he said out of his fit catching his breath and clutching his side firmly.