the last good thing about this part of town. anna!

[mikayle bletchley.]

same as every wednesday night, mikayle dressed in a black suit and tie and arrived at la bella cristina at promptly seven-thirty p.m. he and his sister had a long standing tradition of wednesday night dinners at the cute little italian restaurant. they dressed up unnecessarily and ordered the most expensive items on the menu. it was great fun, but almost a little awkward when the manager asked them when their anniversary was. almost awkward...only it wasn't. mik merely laughed and told them that it was that same night, and they received their meal free of charge, and were served a very elegant chocolate devil's food cake.

this night, he sat at their usual table, his usual smirk firmly in place. he reclined slightly in his velvet cushioned armchair, and tapped one row of fingers on the table before him, and had one finger on his other hand resting near his temple. their places were set, and the wine had been poured. now all that mik needed was his pretty blonde rose sitting across from him, and the evening was complete.

mik and anna had always had a very interesting relationship. they bickered, but not like brother and sister. they had always been closer than that, yet not as close. like a completely different sort of relationship. one that neither of them cared to fathom, lest they end up like hollie and alexander. that would open a completely taboo can of worms. the truth was, if mik could design a woman to marry...she would end up looking and acting a lot like his baby sister.

but neither of them liked to think about that.

[annabella acardia bletchley]

yeah, one more time, thanks for the memories.

like every other wednesday, annabella flipped through her closet like a magazine, looking for an outfit that suited her current mood. it was the one day of the week anna looked forward to like she would her birthday; mik took her to the nice italian restaurant in town and they spend the evening talking about people at the university, their crazed parents, and laughing at the waiters who addressed them as, 'the lovely couple'. truth was, mikayle and annabella could easily pass as a happy, gorgeous couple. they were similar, yet each held traits the other looked for in the opposite sex. it was almost scary to think about, yet it wasn't at all awkward. nothing with her elder, and still living, brother was ever awkward. they fought more like a married couple than anything else, and the comparison was worthy of a giggle or two.

annabella walked down the narrow and nearly empty road toward the bella cristina, wearing the tightest and shortest little black and strapless dress she owned. in her hand was a small black clutch purse filled with only a few galleons and her wand. her silky blonde tresses rested around her shoulders and down her exposed back in her natural curls and waves, all of which blew lightly in the breeze as she swiftly crossed the road and pulled open the door to the italian restaurant. the man at the front took and held the door open for her, grinning after giving her a much expected once-over. the blonde could only hope that her brother, where ever he was, hadn't noticed. the man took her hand and kissed the back of it, and after a rather long stare with narrowed eyes, he pointed her toward the back of the room where she would find mik seated at their usual table with their usual bottle of wine.

"we're becoming predictable, you know." she chuckled as she stepped around the corner, tossing her clutch onto the edge of the table and smoothing out the sides of her dress before leaning down to kiss her only remaining brother on each of his cheeks.

[mikayle bletchley.]

mikayle's eyes narrowed in irritation and his fingers drummed against the smooth table a little harder than they had been before as the doorman pawed his sister for far longer than he approved of. which was not at all. he almost hated the way she wore her dress so short, and her blonde hair so....blonde. he didn't like seeing her like this. no, he liked seeing her like this. but he did not like anyone else to see her like this. she was his rose, whom he wished to preserve in a glass box and display to the world...yet also he wanted to set that box in his room and keep her out of anyone else's sight. she was a beauty he himself was to enjoy. he was not looking forward to the day his rose became a malfoy. he didn't think he could give her up that way.

he accepted her kisses without altering his position or expression. and the moment anna seated herself a waiter was next to the table, waiting expectantly for their order. "i'll have the lobster dinner, with twelve ounce prime rib, rare," mikayle told him, handing his unopened menu to the man with a horrid handlebar mustache. "and she'll have the house salad," he instructed. "tell the cook annabella is here, he'll know how she prefers her lettuce chopped."

mik waited until the server left them alone to address his sister. he let his eyes linger in places most unbrotherly, and finally spoke. "you're looking more like aria every day. tell me, when do you start work at the pole? please, tell me your hours so i'm never there," his smug expression was no refection of his teasing tone. she, of course, was far better looking than aria levesque.