An opportunity she could not pass up.[Kes]

The brunette’s head scarf caught air as she followed her brother, Ajur into the Brazilian Ministry door. She let it fall to her shoulder, giving an appearance of a normal scarf and pulled off her headdress. As always, her parents would not have let her leave the hotel without traditional Turkish attire. Thankfully she did not get gawked at on the street. With the World Quidditch cup days away every walk of Wizard was about and proudly displaying their native attires. Still, she preferred a slightly more modern wizard look and was glad her brother did not enforce her parents views.

She hurried to stay on her brothers heels as he quickly walked around the three check in desks which had lines almost out the door. She heard a german woman complain to another that the normal check in system was down and they had to do everything manually. Beyond the information booths was the rest of a lobby made up of a cafe on one side, rows of waiting chairs on the other and  in the center were roped off elevators guarded by a very large looking native Brazilian. There was a line here too but thankfully it was not as long. They stepped behind a Middle aged red headed woman and her son. Ajur dug in his bag for his ‘Visitor Turkish Official’ pin while reinsuring his sister that it should not take more than an hour to get his ministry paperwork stamped, signed and submitted and then he could take Esmeray shopping for her Castelobruxo School of Magic supplies.

Although Esmeray let out a sigh, she was not going to complain. She was happy to be away from her overbearing parents and she had not spent time with her brother in ages. Still, she wished they were doing something more fun.  As she glanced back at the swarming lobby, noticing the European style architecture although a little too monotone or her taste.

“Oh, Milda. I did not see you there! They are having your ministry’s department file visiting forms too?” Esmeray turned to see her brother greeting the woman in front of him in Russian. Although the turkish girl did speak Russian and German fluently she did not quite hear what the middle-aged woman responded but noticed that she smiled with recognition at her brother. The koldovstoretz glanced passed her brothers acquaintance to the young wizard. Something about the pale skin and freckled face awoken a memory although faint within Esmeray. One from her days walking the Durmstrang corridors. She was trying to remember if he was one of them that pulled pranks on the Koldovstorez students. She did not think so.  She vaguely remember him sulkily against the walls.

She was trying to remember if they ever exchanged words, when her brother introduced her using the western style of her name, “This is my sister, Esmeray Aysoy. Esmeray, this is Mrs. Milda Astrauskienė. She works for the Russian Ministry as an Auror.”

“It is nice to meet you…” she started to state while presenting her hand to Mrs.Astrauskienė. Before turning to nodding to Mrs.Astrauskienė's son. “I think I remember meeting your son at Durmstrang.”  She tried to add a friendly smile. ‘A good politician will know that today’s enemies will be tomorrow's friends.. and knows to always rebuilds relation after a conflict.’ At least that is what her grandfather taught her when after she watched him shake hands with a not so friendly ambassador. It was not that she hated all Durmstrang students, just particular ones. Ones that were completely vindictive and beyond reason. But as she searched his Greenish-blue eyes for any fear or anger, she was sure, well atleast almost 100% positive he was not one of them. Still her body tensed with the memories.

Her thoughts were drowned out by the guards booming voice chastising a Wizard in front of them in Portuguese. The wizard left the line and walked back to the information booths. She caught a worried look cross her brothers face as he checked his watch and spared a wishful glance at the front desk lines as if hoping they were suddenly vacant.

He turned to her and said in Turkish. “Esmeray, do you mind waiting at the café? I don’t have time to grab you a visitor pin and they seemed that have tightened up security here.”

Thrilled to be free without supervision, the nearly adult witch beamed while checked her pockets that she remembered the local coins her father gave her. “Of course!”

“Does your son plan to wait in the lobby too? If so, can I ask him to watch over my sister?” Her brother said switching back to Russian. Esmeray eyes flashed to her brother but her practiced family had taught her to keep a ‘political mask on’ which help disguised the frustration over the fact even her brother thought she required a babysitter. Still, her brother must have felt it, for he turned and said just loud enough for the others to hear, although have Esmeray with the slightest of winks. “Our family would love to hear that you had a chance to meet up with a young man from Durmstrang.”

“It is our Grandmother’s alma mater.” said Ajur as if that explained everything to the Astrauskienė, but Esmeray knew better. She knew news of a Durmstrang boy would likely help get her parents off her back and hopefully put off the talk of an arranged marriage. He was giving Esmeray an opportunity, one she could not pass up.

Shoot, I am going to have to be charming. She thought before announced. “It would be great if you could join me.” 

@Axel

He was in a new country once more this time in Brazil to attend a quidditch academy that he somehow got funding for. Kes honestly felt his essay he wrote and his lack of real talent in the sport to not qualify for this opportunity yet here he was. With the events that had happened over the past few months he was both excited and nervous to be here, excitement from being able to improve his quidditch abilities to maybe play for the house team when term starts while nervous for possibly running into people that might have misunderstood his actions from his time in India. He hoped he wouldn’t run into Valda again as he still was unsure of his thoughts and actions during their conversation then. He felt he might have to attempt to avoid her during the year if he couldn’t figure out something to say to her before term would resume.

His mother was here with him to both keep an eye on him and to help out with ministry affairs in the area. She was given an opportunity to prove her loyalty to the ministry once more which she jumped at the chance to do so. If they returned into good graces they could live their life without fear again and they both were excited for that lifestyle. It would be a simple job for his mother so really she was here more to support her son and Kes felt a bit embarrassed that his mother was becoming more doting as she grew older.  It wasn’t long before she ran into someone she knew and Kes, following not too far behind his mother, He didn’t pay too much to his surroundings and tuned most of what his mother was saying to her acquaintance but he did notice a girl examining him. His eyebrow arched a bit as he himself began to examine her and he could feel something familiar about her, but he was certain he didn’t know who she was. She didn’t look like she was someone he saw in the halls of his school at least he didn’t think she was. When she said she thought she meet him at school though he began to rack his brain thinking if he did know her from school. Why couldn’t he remember? He gave a small sigh when he heard his mother’s acquaintance basically ask him to baby sit the girl. Rolling his eyes as the man spoke quite loudly as if he was trying to boast the girl onto him.

She then seemed to be taking the man’s offer of pushing Kes towards her and he could tell something was going on. He didn’t like the idea of being used for political affairs or diplomatic issues so he felt a bit annoyed that he might have to play little politician in this scenario, but to get away and just relax he decided he would at least play slightly along. He gave the girl a small smile and said, “It would be my pleasure.” Manners was something he was taught at a young age by his mother though it wasn’t a skill he used very often so he might have come off as condescending in tone. Still he took a stride to the near-by café before adding, “Well are you coming or not?”

With the way he was arching his eyebrows and not automatically plastering on a plastic political smile hinted that he at least that he saw through the request. Exactly what he thought of the scenario Esmeray did not know. Like a gentleman he agreed although there was something about his tone, that made Esmeray believe he might felt pressured into it.

Esmeray turned back to her brother quickly thanked him and Milda and announced we will be waiting here for them. When she turned to follow Kęstutis Astrauskas, she heard his inpatient reply which bordered on rude. Esmeray was not shocked, but that type of response could have never passed in her father's presence. She turned back and noticed that her brother’s eye brow was raised. Hoping to smooth things over she gave a dismissive wave and tried to give an expression that she will be find.

There were only a few tables empty and she grabbed the closest one. Slipping into the chair, she looked around for a waiter before saying. “Thank you. You are doing he a huge favor.” She debated decided to dance around the true subject. “My father would not have liked my brother to leave me alone in a place like this. I am not sure what kind of trouble they think I would get into….”

She gave a little laugh hoping to lighten the Durmstrang student’s mood. Her hand shot up as she notice the busy waiter. He gave her a nod but did not come over right away.

“Anyway…” She paused as she thought of something else to say, as she watched the waiter finished delivering another tables order. She decided to clear out any skeletons in the closet between them first. She hated to dance around a subject… most of the time. “It was crazy how bad things got last year in Durmstrang. My grandmother assured me that it is not normally like that.”

The waiter appeared. He spoke Portuguese and handed them menus. Esmeray thought it would be polite to allow Kęstutis to order first. She could only follow by pointing to a picture of an assortment of pastries and hoped that he understood she was selecting one not all of them. “And tea, um... e chá, por favor.” Switching to the few Portuguese words she new.