A Night of Romance Pv Nico Closed

Interacting with @Nico Cirillo

He said that Duvessa's father didn't seem to be the greatest; it made her blood run cold. She couldn't hate him; she couldn't. The memories were too sharp, too fresh. Him smiling as her cuddled Duvessa when she was small, giving Ambrose buisness tips and helping Lorita with her muggle homework. Now? Nothing.

Just secrets, lies and suspicion like a tangled web. Dagger becoming his favorite, and leaving on all those secret trips with her. Her alone. She gulped down her tears. It wouldn't do to just begin to cry - in fact, it was pointless. What was done, was done. And she had to learn it.

Then, Nico apolegised. Duvessa nodded, still slightly numb but accepted it anyway. He mentioned something about snobby rude Pure-Bloods, and his mother, who never thought of things that way. But Duvessa could sense that he was curious about her own. But she couldn't tell him; not yet. Perhaps if they bonded further....
"Yeah, Mums are like that. Mine is the same, always so nice and fair to everyone. She and my father are soo different.....but he adored her when she was a teen." She said, and blushed. Stupid, telling him that.
"Er, and he does now."

The night had always been a vulnerable point in Duvessa's day, and she was always weakened slightly by that time; thus she said things that were softer and was not her usual, alert self.

@Duvessa Ember

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"Why do you have to say such idiotic things?!"
As Duvessa spoke about her father adoring her mother at a young age, then correcting herself, Nico thought, "At least she has a father.... Oh my god, let's not say that. Please don't say that. Say anything but that! The ball! Ask her to the ball! Change the subject."
The silence was loud but peaceful. The night was Nico's favorite time. The eerily quiet was comforting to someone who hated noise and disorder. But the quiet with Duvessa was causing Nico anxiety. Girls in general did, but there was less pressure around her.
Breaking the silence, Nico (with an attempt at confidence) said, "So there's the spring ball coming up, right? Maybe... if you don't already have plans, we could go.... together? You know, maybe use it as a chance to get to know each other better?"
He exhaled slowly, "That wasn't too bad, hardly stuttered, you got the point across without confusion. That's a win! Nico 1, Universe 1,000."
As Nico waited for her reply, he shifted from side to side, fiddling with his rings anxiously. He didn't usually go to dances, much less ask girls out to them.

Interacting with @Nico Cirillo

The silence was comforting, and Duvessa felt being lulled to sleep slowly. Well, she probably should get a good nights rest, to be able to greet the chaos of the school in the morning. But then Nico said something that made her fully awake.

He asked her out to the ball.

Duvessa felt so pleased and happy that he asked her, that she even managed a smile.
"Yes! It would be an honor." She said, as she looked at him. He seemed to be fairly nervous when asking, so Duvessa was eased slightly.
"If it will be fine though, my friends might steal me in the middle or the start of it..." She added crestfallen, for she did not want to disapoint the handsome boy in front of her.
"I would still be willing to go....if of course, you are fine with it?" She pressed, twirling a string of black hair in her fingers, what she did when she was nervous.

She waited for his reaction, hoping that he was not going to refuse or say that he might go out with another girl; more prettier, cleverer, politer and definately the one that would not spend her time with friends at the ball - but with him.

@Duvessa Ember

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"Wow. She actually said yes."
When Duvessa said yes, Nico grinned. He had thought she would've already had someone to go with, or that maybe she didn't think he was that interesting.
When she asked if it would be fine if her friends stole her at the ball, Nico's smile faltered.
"Idiot. She already had plans. Of course she does. It's fine. Just act like you have friends, and say it's fine and that you understand. Say that. Stick with the script."
"Yeah, no, that's fine. I understand that I suppose. Do have an idea of when, and for how long your friends will be stealing you?" Nico said as he rocked back and forth on his feet.
The silence was interrupted by an owl hooting somewhere, not visible from the window.
Nico leaned against a wall as he thought about his last encounter with an owl. It was three summers before he received his letter from Hogwarts. He had been out in his mother's garden, sitting behind a shrub as the sun was setting, talking to his serpent friend, named Snake. Nico had gotten home from muggle school and was telling Snake about a rude boy in his class who had made fun of Nico because he was too scared to climb on top of the monkey bars. As he was talking to the grass snake, a rather large tawny owl swooped down from the tree, aiming its talons right at Snake.
Nico, rather roughly, grabbed Snake just moments before the owl would've caught him. The owl, surprised by finding a person behind the bush, flew off into a nearby tree.
Since then, Nico found it a bit difficult to be fond of any owl.