Satveer (Sam) Mittal
88 Miles an hour
Fri Jun 30, 2017 07:53

Having just watched Marley unknowingly eat a piece of confetti, Satveer wrestled with his self as to whether he should tell her or not. “You just” Satveer started realising he’d have to continue “There was confetti on that slice, I think you just ate some.” He tailed off, leaving it a little open ended as to not seem ‘judgy’.

With that, Satveer became a little conscious. He really wanted to make friends and having confetti fall from him at an inopportune moment would immediately result in him having to live in an ever-increasing pit of despair for the next 7 years. Or it would break the illusion his attempt at a cool persona. Either way he thought it would not be considered a good first impression so he calmly rubbed his hands over his shoulders, head and patka to remove any confetti.

Satveer started to look around for the drinks whilst evaluating how much to share with Marley. He had lived many places and frequented many time zones in the last few years. The self-preserving, self-conscious part of him did not want to alienate yet another student, so he continued cautiously. “Though my family are Indian, I am from England. My parents moved there from India after they were married but we left when I was 2.” Ok, that was a little too detailed Satveer warned himself. “We have spent a lot of time traveling. Where we were going, we didn’t need roads.” He joked picking up on Marley’s Back to the future comment. Satveer didn’t know the full quote, but thought it recognisable enough on this occasion. “This is my first time in America though. It’s so big! Before I came here, I spent a lot of time in Europe and India.”

To limit his oversharing, Satveer took a portion of fries from a nearby house elf’s platter. He was hungry and this would suffice until the pizza elf returned. “I’ve travelled a lot, and have been through a lot of different time-zones.” He continued, looking on at Marley. “It often made talking to family difficult. Whenever we would call them, they were always asleep and we’d feel bad for waking them. Or we were asleep.”

Satveer ironically paused his now rambling anecdote of the inability communicate and ate and his stomach seized the opportunity and let out a loud and unabashed request for food. Feeling slightly embarrassed, Satveer reached over and got the ketchup from a nearby table and proceeded to squeeze a puddle in the corner of the portion of fries. He then picked up a couple of the longer fries and fully submerged the tips before eating them. Although they would have tasted better with salt and vinegar, some English traditions were instilled from birth, Satveer ate them in an effort to appease his hunger. “My being at this school means my family now live in America. We moved here because of it.” He said proudly. “Where do you call home?” Satveer asked Marley before excitedly interrupting with “I can see a pizza elf on his way.”

  • Better than eating your friends as food - Marley, Thu Jun 29 20:16
    Nodding confidently, a little cloud of glitter fell out of her curly afro and sprinkled across her plate. “Oh, it’ll come back soon,” Marley reassured the younger boy. “The house-elves know that... more
    • 88 Miles an hour - Satveer (Sam) Mittal, Fri Jun 30 07:53
      • With no sign of slowing down - Marley, Mon Jul 3 12:27
        “Oh, really?” Glancing down, Marley saw that indeed there was confetti all over her pizza. She swiped at it with her hands, brushing off some of the glittery green bits, but didn’t bother to clean it ... more
        • As ever, he put his foot on the break - Satveer (Sam) Mittal, Thu Jul 6 05:11
          Clearly Marley wasn’t as in to muggle geek culture, or maybe she had missed the reference. Either way, Satveer’s attempt at a common interest connection was shot down. “We did drive” Satveer retorted ... more
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