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"You're joking right?"
Nova trailed off, nearly choking on her food, as she looked at the man in front of her with a set of widened and highly bewildered eyes.
The sound of slow sax jazz mixed perfectly with the ambiance of people chittering, as the pair sat by the large glass window, which showcased an almost empty and lazy street of the town, which was smaller than most places Nova had the privilege of going to. After taking a carriage to Hogsmeade, the pair apparated themselves to the said town, but the journey after that had been pretty much on foot much to the witch's dismay.
Iago had brought her to a less crowded but romantic restaurant, which was strategically placed between an ice cream store and a park. Nova was wearing a dress, not too striking but not too insignificant either, it had the perfect tone whereas Iago wore his usual leathered black jacket which covered a satin red shirt inside, whose buttons were intentionally open down two to three spots or so.
"Come on cielo, think about it." The man shrugged, the leather on his body creaking a bit as he leaned back on his chair, slightly tilting his head, "Eleven years later, when she's kicking ass on the quidditch ground, and she's got the whole crowd screaming her name, who do you think she'll thank?"
"The idiot who got her a five thousand galleon worth of a broom."
"Exactly." the male auror pointed a finger at her in a manner that merely translated to 'Now you're getting it'. It was only a matter of moments before he felt his own extended hand lose control from a certain non-physical push, and bash playfully and harshly onto his own face. "What was that for?"
"What, I didn't even touch you." the woman swirled her fork in her food, nonchalantly as if nothing had even happened. "I think it's the gods above, reprimanding you for your stupidity."
Iago stayed quiet, knowing very well that she wasn't done talking yet. And also because his eyes had caught the sight of the slighted discomfort etched on Nova's face. She had been using the front of one of her boots to rub the back of the other foot. To be honest, it did look sort of close-fitting and small for her when he had seen her walking a few hours back. He had to buy her a new one, he thought. And in a matter of milliseconds and as expected,
"Five thousand galleons." Nova's voice had taken a tone higher from both the slighted anger and the clear disbelief, "Do you have any idea, the useful things you can do from such money? I could buy a year's worth of ration! What is she going to do with a broom, when she can barely stand on her own limbs, she's not even two."
Watching the obvious look of upset on the brunette's face, the man's brows crinkled, as he leaned closer from his chair, brushing his thumb soothingly over the smooth skin of her left hand.
"I had no intentions of upsetting you, mi tesoro. (my treasure)" With a voice as soft as petals and as trippy-dreamy as narcotics, he searched her eyes with adulation, and no matter how upset or angry she was and would be with him, the depths of his deep browns would always make her feel otherwise, and it would make defeat her fallible dismayed feelings.
