Felipe, can we do a thread without messing up our names?
by Philippe Delachene
Philippe wandered through the Gardens, knowing Anya tended to spend some time out here somewhere, and he hadn't seen her at the Pitch or MARS when he'd looked there. It wasn't anything urgent, or he would have just sent an owl, but he did have a Beginning German book that he'd finished reading that she said she'd like to borrow when he was done with it, so he was just trying to find her to hand it off, and to remind her not to write in it or lose it.
He turned another corner of the Labyrinth and didn't find Anya but he did find he wasn't alone anymore. "Hi," he said, to the older boy who had a year even on Anya and Freddie. He knew who he was though. It was a small school, and when there was somebody else with a name close enough to yours to cause some people confusion, you tended to be aware of them. "Felipe, right?"
1Philippe DelacheneFelipe, can we do a thread without messing up our names?148915
Felipe spent most of his time alone in the Gardens and usually no one interrupted. He wasn't a prefect and it turned out that whacking a bludger at your own seeker under debated circumstances did a number on your reputation and perceived approachability. Still, someone did approach today and Felipe smiled in recognition when the younger boy greeted him by name.
"Yes," he agreed. "You're Philippe?" he confirmed, taking extra care to correctly.pronounce the name of the boy who was the reason so many people got his own name wrong.
"Yup, that's me," Philippe confirmed, smiling in something like shared conspiracy, like it was totally on purpose that they were trying to confuse the rest of the school about how to pronounce their names. It was because of Felipe that people tried to end his name with the long A sound, and he was sure it went both ways and people cut off that sound for the Crotalus when it was supposed to be there.
"Yours is Spanish origin, right?" he checked, being ninety-nine percent sure of this, but it never hurt to ask. "Well, by language not country."
1Philippe DelacheneI didn't think so. I'm already hurting my head.148905
"Yes," he smiled. "Yours is French? Both for 'Phillip' though. Do you speak French?" He was pretty sure it was well known that he spoke Spanish already.
22Felipe De MatteoI can't read both our names. 143405
“Yeah, my father is French,” Philippe confirmed. “I speak and understand it, at a level where I can communicate with my grandparents solely in French, but I’m definitely not a native speaker, and they take pity on me and use English if they need to tell me something complicated or important.”
“You’re properly bilingual, aren’t you? I tried, but it’s hard when my mom doesn’t speak it so it’s strictly English at home.”
"That's great!" Felipe said, sincerely impressed although he felt a bit bad for sounding like his opinion on it mattered. He had found that most people who spoke English as a first language stopped at their first language . . . it was nice meeting someone who had learned more than that, even if it was only conversational. "I speak four languages fluently, although I'd say English and Spanish are my native languages. We were also taught French and Italian. If you ever want a conversation partner, I'm happy to oblige," he offered with a smile. It was weird being the older one, the one who could offer something, but it was nice. That wasn't something he would have done because he wanted to at one point, but because he was obliged to. Duty, it seemed, could come from multiple sources.