[Paris] Soda pop, soda pop, baby here I come ~ [Nina]

Prosper was in Paris again, but it wasn’t nearly as exciting as last time. His brother had asked if he’d wanted to get out of the house for a bit and he’d said yes, but a day trip to wizarding Paris wasn’t really the same as a weekend away with one of his best friends. The boy sighed, huffing a breath and blowing a little hair out of his face as he did so. His curls were getting a bit long – almost long enough to get in his eyes – and it was time for a haircut. Maybe that could be one of the boy’s activities today, while his recently-graduated brother had his interview to intern in one of the most boring departments in the ministry.

Prosper couldn’t remember which department it was, but it wasn’t anything remotely interesting, like The Department of international relations or The Department of mysteries, whatever that was. No. The boy fiddled with his belt buckle absentmindedly, leaning back in his chair in the sun. Adrien was like their father (boring!). So it was more likely to be something like the Department of documenting the drying of paint or something equally useful and interesting.

The curly-haired boy finished off his ice-cream and bounced to his feet to toss his napkin in a nearby bin. He was nearly an adult, legally, but right now he felt like a bored nine-year-old. Tucking his chair under the little wooden table he’d been sitting at, Prosper scouted the street for a recognisable face. It was the middle of summer, for Merlin’s sake. Surely this little strip of shops in a non-muggle area of the city would be crawling with students this time of year? He vaguely recognised a couple of people… A third year Pap boy over by the bookshop with his parents… One of Adrien’s friends heading to the bank with a girl… but no one remotely interesting. Maybe he should just use the change in his pocket to buy a floo trip home? But Adrien would be expecting to meet him somewhere around here… He was torn. A distraction in the form of a pretty (and familiar!) girl appeared in his line of vision, and Prosper’s mind was made up for him.

“Nina!” he called, declaring himself as he made his way over to her. Instead of stopping in front of her, the boy hopped over to fall into step beside her, in whatever direction she was going. He chanced wrapping an arm over her shoulders and giving the girl a quick, friendly squeeze. “How is your summer going?” he asked with an enthusiastic grin. He really was bored out of his mind, and if she wasn’t crazy busy right now, he’d definitely be hanging out with her. He really should have asked Zara to come with him – since she lived in the same town as him, after all – but he hadn’t. Besides, Nina was here now. Maybe she could keep him entertained.

It didn't take much for Perla and Lola to convince Nina to go along with them to Paris. In fact, Nina had jumped at the chance to get out of Madrid and do some shopping. Paris had always been her favorite city to visit. Sure, Marseille and Lyon were nice, and so was Toulouse on occasion, but Nina's heart belonged to Paris, namely its clothing boutiques.

At some point during the visit, Nina had lost sight of her older sisters. She roamed around the boutique she'd last seen them in and had deduced that they clearly weren't there. Adjusting her hand bag, she pouted ever so slightly and frowned, her eyebrow arching in the process. This wasn't ideal at all. She had told them that they needed to stay together, but of course they hadn't listened. Typical. Shaking her head, she exited the boutique, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and clearly unamused about the recent development.

Once outside, she folded her arms against her chest and began to look around. The area of Paris they'd chosen to go to wasn't overly populated, mainly wizarding and unfamiliar to Nina, but surely spotting a couple of familiar faces wouldn't be too hard. Plus, how hard was it to spot two Spaniards who clearly weren't dressed to fit in with the Parisians? Tsk.

A sigh escaped her lips as she began walking towards an ice cream shop just across the road. Perhaps a cold and refreshing snack would brighten her mood. Being alone wasn't the worst thing that could've happened - in fact, now she could visit the shops that she found intriguing... not boring ones with bad clothing trends. As she was about to enter the perimeter of the ice cream shop, she heard her name being called, except it didn't sound like Perla or Lola at all.

"Prosper!" she exclaimed, happy to see a familiar face. "It's going well. I'm enjoying not having classes to attend or those stiff uniforms to wear," she said, wrinkling her nose as she mentioned the uniforms. "But I've been having fun. I bet your summer has been exciting so far."

“Sixth year next year,” he commented mock-seriously, “excited about OWLS?” Prosper hadn’t yet gotten his results for his own OWLs, though wasn’t really looking forward to the event. He’d already gotten in so much trouble for the whole fighting thing that had happened towards the end of the previous year that he wasn’t sure his father would let failing Medical Studies slide. Prosper was sure that his dad was still hoping he’d have a bizarre change of heart and suddenly swap into medicine or law or politics randomly, but Prosper knew that that wasn’t the way his life was going. His mother knew it too. His dad just didn’t get it.

The grey-eyed boy nodded, a cheeky expression appearing on his face. “I’ve had a pretty busy summer. I stayed in Paris for a few days with Zara earlier this month… she was auditioning for some ballet schools for after graduation. I can’t believe it’s so close already.” The boy’s thoughts turned to Luuk and Christéle and some of his other seventh year friends. He had a whole year left. Right now that felt like a very long time, but the previous year had gone so quickly that he couldn’t help but assume that it would all be over very soon. If Prosper had it his way, he’d be off joining some circus or dance troupe travelling around the world. He’d even researched some travelling circus groups in Europe.

“How about you? I assume you’re coming to my party, right?” The boy flashed a toothy grin her way, giving the pretty girl an appreciative once-over. His seventeenth was approaching very quickly. A part of him wanted to ask her what she was going to be wearing, but at the same time he didn’t really want to ruin the surprise. “Because you know it’s going to be the event of the year.,” he continued convincingly. As if she’d need the extra convincing… “Party of the summer and all that.” Prosper shot her another cheeky smile, showing off his dimples. “Were you going in there?” he asked, waving a hand generally in the direction of the ice-cream store.