Post by Sydney Castillo on Feb 13, 2018 22:02:17 GMT -7
Sydney wasn’t one of those girls who didn’t know she was pretty. Her parents had always told her she was, and her brothers had never accused her of being ugly. Still, it was immensely flattering to know Finnick Reyes, an older boy in her house, thought so. Okay, he wasn’t that much older than she was, but still. He was flirty and funny and he seemed nice, and Sydney still didn’t really have friends here, so of course she’d agreed to breakfast with him. Plus, he had an outsider’s accent like she did. English still seemed to be his first language, but at least he wasn’t all posh British like the rest of the school seemed to be. And he was wonderfully not obsessed with tea. She sat down as soon as she spotted him in the great hall, bright eyed and flashing a sunny smile. ”Good morning!”
Flirting was a bit of Finnick's specialty. When a girl was pretty, he believed in the idea of letting her know that, without expecting anything to come of it. His mother had raised him on that ideal. But... he was pretty pleased when Sydney flirted with him back. They'd instantly clicked on some kind of level, so breakfast it was for the two of them, and he was looking forward to more playful, flirty banter. He'd arrived first, getting himself a cup of orange juice and he'd barely taken a sip before his breakfast date hopped into the spot next to him. Fawn was, thankfully, at her morning class currently so he wouldn't be interrupted by her being a possessive sister. "Morning," he greeted back, reflecting her bright smile. Damn, she had a contagious smile. "Coffee? Juice?" he offered. "I... am going to pretend I'm French today and have a croissant." He smirked and plucked up one from the basket down the table. "Have any funny dreams? I need fresh inspiration for the dream journal I hand in at the end of the week," he laughed.
FIFTEEN / AUSTRALIAN-FILIPINO / MUGGLEBORN / RICH / ARROGANT / OLD SOUL / TWIN / SINGLE
Post by Sydney Castillo on Mar 13, 2018 20:00:34 GMT -7
Sydney has made sure her brothers wouldn’t interrupt her morning, though she didn’t really have much to worry about. Lucas was protective but often wrapped up in his own things, and Eduard had way more to worry about than who his little sister spent her time with. ”Mm, juice,” she answered cheerily, reaching forward for the glass of orange juice that appeared before her. She did like that about the school, the food that magically appeared. She knew it was a little more complicated than that but she struggled with her history class, so truthfully she didn’t know how everything around here worked or why. She laughed as Finn told her his breakfast choice, looking around at all the food options before her. None of it was what she would eat in Brazil and it never had been, but she was always hopeful. ”I think I’ll just have a bagel,” she shrugged, reaching for one as she spoke. ”Dreams? I almost never remember my dreams,” Sydney sighed. ”What class makes you keep a dream journal, anyway?”