Who: Sebastien and Dani What: Dishwashing? When: Dani's BB soiree, late night Where: Moyet residence Rating: SFW Status: Incomplete
A stomach full of delicious international food was a wonderful thing. Most of the food was French, but there were also markedly Swiss and Dutch treats to enjoy. Sebastien loved food as much as the next tall, active, teenage male; the meal with his friends had been no exception. He smiled to himself as he balanced one of Mrs. Moyet's dishes in each of his hands. It was impossible to walk at a normal speed while carrying them, because he didn't want to break anything. "Dani!" he called, inching forward at a snail's pace. "Aidez-moi! ... S'il vous plaƮt..." he added thoughtfully, having dropped his voice to a respectable volume. The two of them were washing the dishes. Sebastien assumed that Dani did it out of obligation. As for him, as much as he hated cleaning, it was only fair. The food was better than the last few entrees his own mother had whipped up, and he was amazed. He owed it to them.
"Tu viens?" He was growing impatient. The kitchen had never seemed so far away. Sebastien put one foot in front of the other as if on a tightrope, continuing very slowly in this fashion. Carrying two very large dishes was a stupid idea, but he couldn't exactly go back on it. If he sat something down, he might step in or on it when he made his return. If he sped up, he'd surely drop something. He allowed his mind to wander as he made his way to the kitchen door, thinking of quidditch. Could balancing plates be a useful training strategy? He didn't think a beater required as much balance as... a seeker, for instance. Perhaps he'd discuss the matter with Alphonse. Balance training could come in handy for someone, at least.
Finally, he reached the doorway. Peering inside, he took everything in, all the while careful not to tip the plates and let them fall. Sebastien had never been in the Moyet's kitchen before. It was similar to the way he'd once imagined it: earthy, warm, and full of food. The boy wasn't at all interested in interior design, but his eyes didn't miss the sloping ceiling that was nearly too short for comfort, or the farmhouse feel. The room was more inviting than his mother's kitchen at home, he decided. The only thing missing was one tiny blonde girl.