As to that, Whitney, you know that time will deal with any shortcomings you now might feel you possess. As I meant by my feeble jest, there is nothing I can do to alter my case.

She blinked at her brothers current girlfriend. I never said I possessed any shortcomings. She said with a bit of extra emphasis on the short, which earned her a glare from Nic. She drummed her fingers lightly on the table. Totally unsure why the two of them had to meet, Whitney sighed, twisting her own hair around her little finger. She and Nic were defiantly close. But she didnt care about his girlfriend. It wasnt like he was actually going to be able to stay a one-woman man.

It is not sappiness, it is the literal truth. I do love your brother. Should I be ashamed of the fact? But if I have offended you by kissing your brother in your presence, I apologize. It shall not happen again. Nic, take note; we are to be discreet.

He raised his eyebrows at Whit. Discreet? He kissed Alice full on the lips. Whitney isnt offended. He wasnt about to tell Alice, but shed walked in on him in worse positions. Shes just making you uncomfortable. Oh... Uncomfortable. That was a pretty big word for Nic. Alice loved him. Even if she used thirty words when she could have, and he would have, used three. It made him feel pretty special.

Whit however rolled her eyes. If it were the other way around. Id think you were some kind of siren, who was weaving some evil spell over him. I dont know what exactly you see in my brother, but alright. It wasnt like Nic was that desirable. His family life was awful outside of Hogwarts, he had wandering eyes, and lips and hands. And Like every other girl in Nics life, he would end up wandering off and snogging someone whos name wasnt Alice Mason. Alice would end up sad. And quite honestly Whit planned to miss it all. Unless Alice was different, which she didnt seem to be, so far.

Oh, yes, of course. How neglectful of me; I should rather had asked you what you would like, than make suggestions that you must then reject. Surely there must be some kind of fruit juice which is not offensive in color nor too sweet? Tell me what is permitted and I shall assay to find something for you. There must be something I could offer?


Nic, I think shes mocking me. Whitney said, in a bit of a harsh tone. But I cant tell. Im so confused. She said glancing around the room.

Nic shook his head at her. I dont think she means it. Shes kind of new to the whole idea of specific food tastes. He grinned at her. And leaned close whispering, in her ear. His lips brushing against it lightly. If you talk less, we get to be alone sooner. He took advantage of his sister being turned away, and nipped at her ear lightly. He would have kissed her neck, but it was firmly covered. And he figured that

At least, You will let me buy you something to eat. Study the menu, please, and see if there is something you could enjoy.


Probably not. Both Spains said at the same time, with identical expressions. Both of them moved hair from in front of their eyes, him with his right hand, her with the left. They both knew pretty much everything on the menu would contain something that they didnt like. It was very difficult to take the two of them anywhere. They didnt eat out often, and when they did, their mother always had to tip extra big. They were always such a hassle.

They do teacakes without icing and, as far as I know, they serve nothing with writing on it, so you, at least, I can do something for.


Whitney laughed lightly. Oh, shes cute, Nic-y. Honestly. I see you told her two items on The List. The List was a very large piece of parchment that their mother had taped to the fridge, with two columns, one labeled Nicholas, one labeled Whitney. It was referenced before any meal was even started, and often times multiple dishes had to be made. With a very sharp turn of her head, which sent her ponytail bobbing wildly, Whitney switched her glance from her brother to Alice. Icing and Writing are two. There is also no almonds, no rice, no cinnamon, no orange foods, no

Her brother held up a hand to stop her. She gets the picture Whit. Someday, love, Ill write you a list. Or just copy moms. She kissed Alices cheek lightly. She was going to need it. And probably one of Whits, if his sister ever came to visit them. There was that girlish mentality again! He really had to get that under control. Before long he would be writing Mr. Nicholas Mason. No he wouldnt because Alice Spain sounded much better. That and he would never take her last name. Wait! That wasnt an Alice specific condition. He wasnt like planning to marry her not that he would be objected he just wasnt with the and the no GAH! His head was going to explode.

Now, Whitney. Do you prefer Whitney, or Whit?


Whitney. Only Nic and my dad get to call me Whit, and since you are not a man, you dont get to. Sorry bout that. Nic glared at her. Whit had recently become very snarky towards his girlfriend and he wanted them to get along and play nicely together. He sighed, wrapping his arm tightly around Alice. She meant a lot to him despite what Whitey thought. And it was terribly upsetting that his sister wouldnt just accept that and move on.

But you could hardly expect me to say otherwise.


She touched his face, he bit back a sigh. Bloody madwoman, he was obviously restraining himself from snogging her and she had to go and touch him. What a way to help him. He grinned. Of course. The two of them were together, and they were happy. Well he was happy, and Alice was happy. Maybe she wasnt now, because well Whitney was being rather abusive to her, but that was just Whitneys way. Nic was totally going to make it up to her later.