Obviously when someone speaks all the languages you speak, you have a great connection, right?

They were friends from the first moment. She's Dutch. He's french. Their habits and customs match. They could've been siblings for what anyone knew.

He smiles up at her as she lays on her bed. On her stomach with her arms under her head. She's smiling back at him.

They're hanging out in her room. It's finally summer again and Theodore Nott, her.. well.. complicated.. whatever he is, invited all their friends to his family's vacation home in Italy. Him and Reggie and Lena are the only ones who speak Italian. So they've been having the time of their lives as their other friends walk around like headless chickens with maps trying to find the way.

"J'aime le fait que nous soyons nés dans la même génération."

He says softly. Leaning on the edge of the bed with his head as he sits on the floor.

"C'est aussi très drôle qu'ils ne puissent pas nous comprendre et nous regardent de manière très stupide."