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PostSubject: a trip down memory lane // raffaele cassan   Sun Apr 17, 2016 6:19 pm

Her oversize sunglasses were slipping, and the cup of coffee in her hand was smoldering hot, but all Sabrina could do was to keep walking. Down the streets of London, she was getting some stares, and she wasn't sure if it was because they recognised her or because Veela charm was just too bloody effective on humans. Quickening her pace, she soon saw the familiar buildings which meant her destination was near.

Perhaps it would've been better if she had apparated or even hailed a cab. Her tiny stroller bag, charmed to contain even more than it normally could, was getting rather heavy, and she deeply regretted wearing her new cream Louboutin heels. Since Diagon Alley wasn't too far from her flat, though, she figured she could just walk and familiarise herself with the city she had not seen in a long time. Walking was good exercise, anyway, and she lived in a nice enough area in London.

She was soon standing in front of the building where she would be living for the rest of the summer. On the first day of September, she would be going to King's Cross where she would enter Platform 9 3/4, and a strange feeling rushed over her, part-nostalgia, part-anxiety. In a couple of months, she would be living in Hogwarts again, but the faces would be all different, and she would be the one marking grades instead of working hard to earn her O's and E's.

Coming back to England for good could turn out to be either the best or worst decision ever. As a model who split her time between New York and Paris, her life was steady, stable, and generally full of things she could foresee. However, as a Hogwarts professor, no schedule could make up for the fact that she would be dealing with children. Teenagers, mostly, but those were even scarier, with their uncontrollable hormones and tendencies to rebel.

She would know. She was a teenager once, after all.

Steeling herself for her future, she entered the building and raised her chin, hoping her confidence could actually become real.

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PostSubject: Re: a trip down memory lane // raffaele cassan   Sun Apr 17, 2016 6:37 pm

Raffaele had been living in London for a number of years, though his apartment could be left empty for weeks on end when he was away with work. Today was one of the days that Raffaele had off, which meant he was heading in from work. That week he'd been in Egypt in discussions with the Ministers there in respect of the pyramid raids that had happened, leaving a number of Muggles trapped inside the structures.

They'd saved all but one of the idiots who had gone in, the last seemed to have had a heart failure when the pyramid had cloed itself.

With the paperwork done, Raffaele had signed out and headed home.

However, just as he stepped through the door of the lobby of the flat, Raffaele had remembered he had no food in, and turned on his heel, only to turn right in to someone. Managing to catch both himself and the other person before they could fall, Raffaele let go after he was sure they were steady. Then, and only then did he taken in the person, and...

"Sabrina?" He asked uncertainly, though, he was relatively sure, he could not work out what she would be doing here. There weren't any spare flats here, were there? Had he been away so long that a flat had changed hands? Raffaele wasn't sure, but this was not an expected meeting, for sure.
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PostSubject: Re: a trip down memory lane // raffaele cassan   Sun Apr 17, 2016 7:46 pm

Steady, she was steady. At least she believed she was despite almost bumping into someone. One look at the person's face, though, and the floor felt uneven to Sabrina again. She blinked, as if expecting his face morph into someone else's, but her brain had indeed registered the man correctly—standing right in front of her was Raffaele Cassan, the Gryffindor prefect during her years as a Slytherin prefect in Hogwarts.

'Raffaele?' She said just as he called out her name, and for a moment Sabrina could only pause again. Slowly, she began to smile, as she automatically moved to give him a brief hug and a quick peck on the cheek. 'It is you! Wow, it's been so long.'

Time seemed to blur as memories from her years in Hogwarts flooded back in. Walking down the streets of London, her schoolgirl days felt light years away from her, but with Raffaele right in front of her, it was as if she were a fifteen-year-old girl again. Granted, she was a bit more confident now, but there was still that familiar fluttering in her stomach, and she was glad she had the foresight to put on some makeup and wear a nice dress for her second day back in London.

'I can't believe it,' she said as she stepped back and set her half-finished coffee cup on top of her luggage, subtly casting a charm to make sure that it wouldn't topple. 'You live here as well? Or are you just visiting someone?'
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PostSubject: Re: a trip down memory lane // raffaele cassan   Sun Apr 17, 2016 8:05 pm

The hug and the peck on the cheek came before Raffaele could really register than the witch he thought to be standing before him was actually there. How could this be? Merlin he didn't know, but Raffaele couldn't help but smile as he looked at the witch before him. This was a strange coincidence, of course, but a welcome one...

Kind of.

Though, he would admit that the way she had just greeted him was definitely not as he had remembered it being when he was back at school. No, this version of Sabrina was much more confident than the one he'd met at school, but it was the good kind of confidence. "It's definitely been a long time." Raffaele agreed, ten years, or the best part of ten years, since they'd had something going on at school.

It had been a somewhat amicable break up. Not one that he had really expected, but one he didn't know how to resolve. Letting go, at that point, had been the only really option Raffaele had had. And, as the other boys in the Quidditch team had said, there were plenty of other girls on offer.

Though, even to this day, the reasoning on the break up (which had become a little hazy) didn't make sense.

"Um, yeah, yeah, I live here. You... just moved in?" Raffaele asked, frowning a little at that idea. "I'm flat seven." He added with a casual shrug. His Quidditch number had been seven, and after a lot of curse breaking, and the feeling of the number seven being lucky, he had opted to only buy a house with that number.

"I thought you were out in Italy, or something?" He added, still not believing this was happening at all. "I'm sure one of the guys said you'd gotten yourself a modelling career?" Raffaele added - that much was true, his friend had mentioned it, and he'd told that friend it wasn't important. However, Raffaele had come home and done a small bit of browsing on the internet to find the rumour was true.

So why in Merlin's name would she be here?
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PostSubject: Re: a trip down memory lane // raffaele cassan   Sun Apr 17, 2016 8:44 pm

Since graduating from Hogwarts, Sabrina hadn't really kept in touch with most of her friends. Keeping in touch with an ex was even more difficult—for Sabrina, it was best to let go and move on. Sulking would just get in the way of her goals. She had no idea, then, what Raffaele had been doing with his life, or if he actually decided to take over his family's business.

It was strange to realise how she used to know Raffaele so well. How once, during one of their stolen moments in the Prefects' Bathroom, they had told each other their hopes and dreams, baring both body and soul for each other. She felt her cheeks flush and looked away for a moment. Ten years, it seemed, weren't long enough to erase certain memories from her mind, and she wondered if it was the same for Raffaele. If he even remembered who her favourite muggle poet was (Arthur Rimbaud), or how much she enjoyed dancing despite being shy at first.

She could still remember the passion he felt for Quidditch, and for getting himself in dangerous situations despite being the Gryffindor prefect. It was strange, how she couldn't even remember the names of some of the boys she had liked, but memories of Raffaele were like tattoos she wore secretly.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't regret the breakup even just a little.

And now here he was, plucked out of her memories and brought into reality on the very first day she would be living in her flat. Her designer had called her in the morning to tell her he had arranged everything, and she wondered if this meeting, too, was one designed by fate. The fact that he lived right beside her could be no coincidence, even though she might have subconsciously remembered how special the number seven was to him. When she found out flat seven was taken but eight wasn't, she had decided to buy flat eight, loving the number for being an upright symbol of infinity.

'That's amazing,'
she breathed in response. 'I live in flat eight. I've had it for a few months now, but I was in Paris so today's actually my first day in the flat.'

Raffaele clearly hadn't kept track of where she was, and though that was a bit disappointing, she figured she wasn't exactly an ex Raffaele would want to look up after graduation. After all, it was her who had broken up with him, and when she did, it was so vague and abrupt that she figured Raffaele would just want to forget about her. Moving on wouldn't have been difficult for him, anyway—he was the Gryffindor Prefect and Quidditch Captain, and she had even gotten an angry anonymous letter from a fangirl once when word started to spread about their relationship.

Most of her friends, though, saw them as the perfect couple. They were both good looking, both prefects, and they both excelled academically. So what exactly had gone wrong?

'I'm on hiatus,' she smiled as she replied with a casual shrug. 'Alexander—my best friend back then, if you remember him—suggested that I take a break, so here I am now.' She could explain about Hogwarts if he asked, but right now, Sabrina thought it probably wasn't the best idea to bring up the school. Not when the thought of it could bring potential awkwardness between them. 'What about you? I'm guessing you said no to taking over Anchor & Keg?'

It was too late before Sabrina realised what she had let slip. How, after all this time, she still remembered clearly the name of Mr. Cassan's pubs. She hoped Raffaele wouldn't think too much of it, but her cheeks had reddened, and there was no way Raffaele could miss that.
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PostSubject: Re: a trip down memory lane // raffaele cassan   Mon Apr 18, 2016 6:43 am

The realisation that Sabrina had owned the flat next door for a number of months made Raffaele aware that he was not home enough. Even if she was only moving in today, he hadn't noticed the change of hands, or inquired who would be replacing his previous neighbours.

"Right next door then, huh." Raffaele responded, a smile on his lips despite the inward uncertainty.

It was the best part of ten years since Sabrina had split up with him. She'd given him the worst excuse in the world at that point. Just a week before their graduation party from Hogwarts which they were supposed to open together. He could remember how they had practiced for the opening dance for weeks, Raffaele assuring her that she was doing fine because she had been so shy about dancing. He remembered how, more than once, he'd allowed himself to kiss her as they slowed the dance right down and stood swaying, forgetting what they were really there for.

Everyone around them had believed they'd have a fairy tale ending, because they were so perfect.

And Sabrina had laid waste to it all.

But even as he stood there, wanting to dislike the witch for the pain she'd put him through those years ago, Raffaele couldn't do such a thing. They had been young, foolish and Sabrina had not considered his feelings for her to be true. But, looking at her now made him realise that even now she was as beautiful as always and though he didn't know her like he once had, she was still alluring to him.

"I remember." Raffaele responded with a small smile, probably much too quickly but it was the truth. "Any plans for the hiatus?" He added, subtly fishing for more information. Was there someone in her life now? Was he about to come through the door and knock the wind from his chest by just knowing Sabrina had found someone? Raffaele couldn't help but hope she was alone like him. At least that would make living next door to one another a little more amicable.

But it was the fact Sabrina remembered his father's business name that tweaked Raffaele's interest. And the blush that came with it. After all these years... "Umm... n-no. No. I didn't take that on. I... Uh, I joined Gringotts actually, as a Curse Breaker." Raffaele replied to the question, sure that it was Sabrina's veela capabilities melting his brain capability in that moment, and not the fact he was really rather touched by her remembering.

"Did you want to come up for a coffee? We could catch up?" Raffaele asked before he could stop himself. "Oh, but do you have milk? I'm completely out unless you like your milk sour." He added, giving a small chuckle but looking to her rather hopefully in that moment.
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PostSubject: Re: a trip down memory lane // raffaele cassan   Mon Apr 18, 2016 4:10 pm

Perhaps she shouldn't think too much of that smile on his lips when she said they were neighbours. Raffaele had always been a polite gentleman, and for her to put meaning into his actions was just walking into dangerous territory. Still, Sabrina couldn't help but be pleased as she thought about how friendly Raffaele was acting towards her, and that maybe, just maybe, they could put the past behind them and start anew.

Just as friends, of course. Just as who they were to each other before they started staying out past eleven, talking in the Astronomy tower until two or three in the morning.

It was foolish of them, and certainly reckless, to have broken all those rules when they were supposed to be the role models of their Houses. But after months of getting to know each other as friends, Sabrina found herself seeking Raffaele's company, always looking forward to those moments when they could sit and talk somewhere. Eventually, though she wore green and silver, she began to inwardly cheer for Gryffindors during Quidditch matches, and it seemed as if her heart would fall and break into pieces every time Raffaele did a dangerous dive or almost got hit by a Bludger.

And now it felt as her heart was the one doing a dangerous dive, which she supposed was just the effect of being around someone as good looking as Raffaele.

Remembering Alexander brought back memories of the time when she cried in the Charms classroom after breaking up with Raffaele. Alexander had been there, listening to her patiently, even if he had been against the breakup. And when Sabrina decided to talk to Raffaele at the Graduation Party, she was pulled into the dance floor by the Slytherin Quidditch Captain. The Slytherin Quidditch team were cheering, and when Sabrina turned to look for Raffaele, he had already disappeared into the crowd.

She blinked as she realised she had gotten distracted by that memory. Bringing herself back to the present, she thought about how it probably wouldn't hurt if she brought up Hogwarts. The breakup was a long time ago, anyway, and they were both adults now. 'Uh, well, actually, I decided to get a teaching job at Hogwarts. As Charms Professor and Head of Slytherin.' She smiled sheepishly at Raffaele, anticipating his comments regarding her decision to become the Head of her former House.

His career choice wasn't surprising to her, and she was glad to know that he was able to pursue his dream. Back in Hogwarts, he was the best at Ancient Runes, and she remembered how their Professor always asked if Raffaele would consider being a researcher or Curse Breaker someday. 'That's great,' she replied. A long time ago, upon hearing good news from Raffaele, she might have hugged him tight and kissed him, but now she could only stand awkwardly and hope the enthusiasm in her voice was enough. 'You did it. You're an actual Curse Breaker now. I wouldn't have expected anything less from you.'

And perhaps her enthusiasm was indeed enough. As she tried to think of questions that could keep the conversation going, Raffaele asked if she wanted to come up and have coffee, and if she had milk with her. Sabrina chuckled. 'Of course, I'd love to come up. I mean, well, no one would mind, would they?' She looked searchingly into Raffaele's eyes, dreading that he would say no, his girlfriend or wife wouldn't mind, but that she'd be coming home soon and he might as well introduce them to each other. 'Hey, wife, this is my ex-girlfriend from Hogwarts.' Nope, that was a situation she would not want to be in.

'And sadly, I haven't got coffee, but these days I like having my coffee dark. I've got some chocolate bars somewhere in here, though—' she motioned to her charmed stroller bag '—if you don't mind having coffee with those instead.'
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PostSubject: Re: a trip down memory lane // raffaele cassan   Mon Apr 18, 2016 4:33 pm

Finding out that Sabrina had opted for a job at Hogwarts made Raffaele raise an eyebrow. It was a stark contrast from the modelling work she'd been doing of late, but at least it was a... steady job. "Sounds good to me, and why am I not surprised you're eager to jump back in the Snake pit, huh?" He joked softly, shaking his head. "Thought I'd managed to turn you away from them." He added wistfully, but he was only joking about that.

"It sounds like a great new job though, good luck with it! I hope the kids won't be too much of a pain!" Those words were sincere, he wouldn't (even after everything that had happened) want to wish Sabrina ill fate for her new career.

"Of course I did it!" Raffaele replied confidently. He had never given up on anything he wanted, and curse breaking was something he'd wanted for a long time. "University was a long road but I got through, and my job is amazing. Just yesterday I was in Egypt for Gringotts, hence the light tan that's going on at the moment." He explained, because his skin did have some colour from his time out of the country.

With the agreement to come upstairs, Raffaele couldn't help but feel relieved. He couldn't go through another point in which Sabrina cast him aside. It hurt enough the first time, but even now he was dubious of the contact they might have with living next door. But, he had to be polite, right? What would his mother say if he wasn't? And, he most certainly didn't want awkwardness to ensue from living next door to his ex-girlfriend.

"Course no one would mind. It's my flat." Raffaele responded, not giving much more information than that. He didn't need to, not really. Sabrina would walk through the door and notice that the flat had no feminine touches to it, and how the fridge was bare. The signs of living alone would hit her the instant she walked in.

"No worries, I'll see if there is something better in the cupboard." The Curse Breaker half joked, moving to pick up her bag. "After you." He motioned to the stairs.

What he might be about to get himself in to, Raffaele didn't know, but he was too intrigued by the presence of Sabrina to care about what might happen to him, his feelings, later to pull himself away.

Perhaps it's the Veela in her... Raffaele thought to himself, holding on to that small lie to get him through this.
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PostSubject: Re: a trip down memory lane // raffaele cassan   Mon Apr 18, 2016 5:16 pm

For a moment, Sabrina felt a hint of what they used to have between them—the occasional light banter, the genuine wish for each other to succeed, and a generally sense of comfort she rarely had from other people. Of course, she was probably just assuming too much and imagining it all. They were neighbours, after all, so they might as well have an amicable relationship.

Her eyes twinkled as she chuckled at Raffaele's comment. 'Well, I don't think they would've accepted me as Head of Gryffindor, anyway. And for the record, wasn't I the one who stole you from the lions?' Her tone, though slightly mocking due to its reference to an angry letter from one of Raffaele's fangirls, was still full of fondness, even if there was a bit of competitiveness which she knew (or at least hoped) Raffaele would recognise. To most people, Sabrina was that sweet, agreeable Slytherin prefect, but around Raffaele she wasn't afraid to show her fangs.

'I'm glad we both got where we wanted to go,' she added as she walked up the stairs leading to Raffaele's flat. 'But let's save the talk for later when we're both settled down.' When they finally reached flat seven, Raffaele stepped forward to unlock the door, and as he held the door open for her, Sabrina steeled herself for sightings of a feminine touch in his flat.

She stepped in to find herself in what was indeed a 'bachelor pad' that could be only owned by Raffaele—clean and barely lived in. Instead of finding evidence of a woman, Sabrina stepped into a flat which barely had a smell, and it was no wonder Raffaele was out of milk. She wondered if there was even anything in the cupboard, and she found herself worrying about Raffaele not eating properly.

'Nice place you've got here,' she said politely, as she took a seat and rummaged through her luggage for chocolate bars and the tea box. She eventually found them and set them on the table. 'Here are the chocolates if you want them. I've got tea as well in case you'd prefer that.'

It was only her second day back in the UK (for good, at least), and yet here she was, alone with her ex in his flat. Whether this would turn out to be a good decision or not, Sabrina wasn't sure, but what she was sure of was that she was genuinely curious about what Raffaele had been up to, and how Curse Breaking was going for him. 'So, how have you been? Do you still see the boys?' She smiled at the memory of Raffaele back in Hogwarts, surrounded by his Quidditch friends. 'Got a new Curse Breaking assignment anytime soon?'

Of course, she was asking out of curiosity, and not because she wanted to know if he would be around for the next few weeks at least. Of course that was the reason. But deep down Sabrina knew that she was a Slytherin, and that Slytherins can be incredibly good liars.

It was, after all, how and why she broke up with him.
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PostSubject: Re: a trip down memory lane // raffaele cassan   Mon Apr 18, 2016 5:38 pm

Raffaele smirked a little at the comment of being stolen. "Fair enough, you win." He replied good naturedly. He still couldn't believe someone had been so in to him that they'd sent a threatening letter to Sabrina. They had laughed it off, of course, because it was pathetic. Raffaele had never been interested in the clingy girls in their year, they were boring, much too easy.

Unlike Sabrina.

As they moved up the stairs, Raffaele kept his eyes away from Sabrina's for, knowing it would be wrong of him to capitalise on her heading up the stairs first. Though, he would not lie, he was tempted to steal a look, and got half way to doing so before catching himself and berating himself in his head. There was no point dwelling on the past, was there?

Opening his flat for her, Raffaele put her bag just inside the door, shaking his head with amusement as Sabrina complimented is flat. "It's bland, you don't have to humour me by saying you like it." Raffaele returned, though not in a harsh way. He was quite aware his home didn't look lived in, and quite frankly, it wasn't. "But, it's a roof over my head for the short time I'm here, and Addie likes to visit from time to time, so I have to have something." He explained, moving to the kitchen which overlooked the lounge. "Make yourself comfortable." He insisted, opening a cupboard and taking out two glasses.

It was at that point that Sabrina offered him tea, and Raffaele scoffed. "Works over, I don't have milk, so... we'll get on the good stuff." He insisted, reaching down a bottle of Firewhiskey and moving to sit on the sofa, placing the glasses down and unscrewing the top. "Joining me?" Raffaele asked, starting to pour out a more than generous measure of the amber liquid.

He wasn't planning on getting drunk, but one or two wouldn't hurt.

Sitting back in the chair with a glass in his hand, half turned towards Sabrina, Raffaele contemplated her questions for a moment. "I've been well." He replied, giving a small nod. "I mean, I have everything I wanted when I set out to do this. Or... almost everything, but being single isn't the end of the world. No one to tie you down, and all that. Work keeps me busy, and when I'm not working, I'm catching up with my family, or the Hogwarts lot. "You remember Tom? He's playing Quidditch for England now, and the Appleby Arrows, he's done well for himself." Raffaele explained, referring to his own best friend. "Gets me tickets to the games when I'm around. Karl is working in the Ministry somewhere, an Unspeakable, I think 'cus he's always cagey about what he's doing. And I see the rest when we have a catch up.

"I'm on stand down this week, so unless something big comes up, I have all that time to find something to do." Raffaele explained, giving a non-committal shrug of his shoulders.

"What about you? Apart from leaving a million men with a faster heartbeat, what have you been doing? You still in contact with your friends?" He returned the question, trying not to look as interested in the answers to come as he was undeniably feeling.
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