Chapter 8
Chapter 8
James’s POV:
I led everyone into my parents' favorite muggle restaurant. It was a small Spanish place.
Both my parents were originally from Spain. My mum’s family moved to London when she was 5. My dad’s family moved to Southampton when he was 9. They met at Hogwarts and bonded over their Spanish roots.
The waitress greeted us warmly as always. “James!! ¿Cómo estás? ¿Cómo está su mamá? ¿Tu papá? ¿Quieres tu mesa de siempre?” (How are you? How is your mom? Your dad? Would you like your usual table?)
“Estoy bien. Están bien. Estarán aquí pronto. Sí, nos gustaría la mesa habitual.” (I'm good. They are alright. They will be here soon. Yes, we would like the usual table.) I replied in Spanish. Acquiring curious looks from all three of my partners.
I explained as we walked to the table on the balcony where my family always sat if it was available. “My parents come here almost weekly. They know the owner.”
“That’s not why we’re looking at you like this. You never told us you speak Spanish. Fluently.” Evan said as he held my hand.
“You guys do know that my family is from Spain, right?? Like both my parents speak Spanish as their first language.” I asked as I looked at them questioningly.
“You never told us that, Jamie,” Reggie said as we reached the table.
“Oh- I thought I had. I’m sorry,” I apologized as I pulled Evan’s chair out for him.
“It’s alright, Ragazzo Carino,” Barty said as he pulled out Reggie’s chair.
We all sat down and chatted idly while waiting for my parents.
“You ready to be beaten in quidditch on Saturday, Reggie?” I asked as the waitress from earlier brought us some water while we waited for my parents.
“Ha! You wish!” Reggie replied.
“Gryffindor’s team has been training hard, we’ve got you in the bag. The quidditch cup is ours!” I smiled as I taunted Reggie.
I was Gryffindor’s seeker and he was Slytherin’s.
Whenever Gryffindor and Slytherin played each other, we would bicker back and forth for days leading up to it.
Barty groaned loudly, crossed his arms over each other on the table, and dropped his head onto his crossed forearms.
“Do you guys have to do this every match?” Barty’s words were muffled by his arms.
“Yes.” Me and Reggie replied at the same time.
Evan just laughed at both of us. “I love all of you so much.”
“I love you too, Evan. I love you, Reggie. I love you, Barty.”
“I love you all too, even if I’m going to mop the floor with James on Saturday.”
“I love you guys too. Even if you fight like cats and dogs.”