A Wonderful Surprise
A/N #1: This is fic #2 of the Brazil series. It was inpired by the ! prompt of the 30 days OTP alphabet challenge as well as Prompt #2 of Fictober 2020 by @hphm-fictober . You can find Alice’s outfit HERE, and the suggested music HERE. (Here are Part 1 & Part 2 of the first fic of the series.)
“Alanza told me she would join us here.”
Alice and her friends were standing near the bronze statue of Floriano Peixoto, the second Brazilian president, in the neighbourhood known as Cinelândia. They were surrounded by buildings built in the Beaux-Arts architectural style, which gave the area a certain European cachet with their columns, symmetry, and highly decorative façades.
“Are you sure about the time?” asked Diego.
“Noon seems like an odd time to meet up,” said Penny, who was wearing a large sunhat.
“That’s what she told me. She said she knew of this place where we could eat lunch close to here, and that it would be simpler to visit the area after,” explained Alice, fanning herself with her map of Rio.
“Olá!” they heard from behind them.
“Alanza!” they exclaimed, running to her.
“How are you? I hope you didn’t wait too long,” she said beaming.
“No, not at all,” said Barnaby, blushing.
“Long enough for us to overheat,” mumbled Tonks and Tulip.
“Oh! I’m so sorry! Come, come. Let’s go and eat. I know this boteco that’s been around since 1921.”
“What kind of food do they serve?” asked Alice.
“Various stuff. You can get pizza, fish, churrasco, feijoada…”
“What are the last two things?” asked Penny.
“Well, churrasco is basically meat barbecued on skewers, while feijoada has black beans, some pork or beef product, and at least two types of smoked sausage and jerked beef,” explained Alanza.
“Black beans, you say?” said Alice. “Well, as I do not want to spend the afternoon passing wind, and that I don’t want to eat something too heavy, I think I’ll stick to pizza.”
“The meat on skewers sounds great,” said Barnaby as they sat at a table under the yellow awning.
After a hearty meal, they headed to the Theatro Municipal, a theatre that borrowed from the Parisian Opéra Garnier’s architectural style. The roof was a vibrant shade of turquoise, and the central dome was adorned with a majestic golden eagle.
“Can we go inside?” asked Andre, using his hand to shade his eyes from the sun.
“Unfortunately, no. We can only go in to see a performance or if we are part of a tour, which were all full when I checked,” replied Alanza.
“Too bad. It looks really nice from the outside, would have loved to see the inside,” said Alice.
“Oh, I doubt it compares to the Paris Opera,” said Alanza.
“I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been inside the Opéra Garnier.”
“What? But don’t you have family in Paris?” asked Tulip.
“I do, but it’s not like the law mandates us to go inside the Opera every time we’re in town. I walked past it when I’ve been to the Galeries as a kid, but until last summer, I hadn’t been to Paris after Jacob’s disappearance.”
“I wonder if this one has a ghost, like the one in Paris,” said Penny.
“A ghost?” asked Barnaby and Charlie as they started to walk past the theatre.
“A phantom, actually. This French author wrote a story at the beginning of the century about a Phantom haunting the Opéra. It turns out that the Phantom is a deformed man named Erik. An excellent musical was made based on this story. I honestly could listen to the soundtrack over and over again,” said Alice, softly sighing.
“So, where are we heading next?” asked Tonks as they strolled through Largo da Carioca.
“Igreja São Francisco de Penitência. It’s a church. The interior is really impressive,” said Alanza.
“Where is it?” asked Diego.
“Right there,” replied Alanza, pointing to a building up a small hill.
“Doesn’t look super impressive from the outside,” said Andre.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover, Andre,” said Alice, nudging her friend on the shoulder.
“Oh, sweetheart, everyone judges books by their cover. Why do you think I put so much importance in my outfits, as well as yours?”
“Believe me, the exterior doesn’t do justice to the interior,” said their Carioca friend as they made their way up the stairs to reach the church.
When they finally made it inside the church, they were greeted by exquisite gilded carvings on the walls and altars, as well as magnificent paintings on the ceiling depicting the glorification of Saint Francis in a Baroque illusionist style.
“Wow,” simply said Andre, his mouth ajar.
“So much gold,” said Tulip.
“Good thing we didn’t bring Jae. He’d be salivating,” said Tonks.
“He’d probably try to take something to sell it,” said Penny as she removed her hat.
“Come on. He’s not that bad,” said Alice as she looked at the ceiling.
“Are you so sure of that?” asked Charlie, raising an eyebrow as he glanced at Alice.
“Well… Ok, maybe not, but he mostly deals in magical contraband, so I don’t think he would see anything here worth selling,” admitted Alice.
“I wouldn’t put it past him to still try and make a quick buck from something here,” whispered Diego.
“Is it common for Muggle churches to be covered in gold?” asked Barnaby.
“Can’t say I’ve ever seen a Catholic church with so much gold. Russian Orthodox churches have their fair share, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen this amount of gold in a church,” said Alice, looking around.
“How do you know so much about churches?” asked Diego.
“I’ve seen some when I travelled with my parents when I was a kid. Even if you aren’t religious, churches can be of cultural interest, as artists were often commissioned to paint and decorate them to show how grand and powerful the Church was,” explained Alice.
“And if you didn’t already know, Alice is in Ravenclaw,” said Tonks, Alice sticking out her tongue at her.
“Hey, where did Charlie go?” asked Andre.
“He’s right…” started saying Alice as she looked beside her, only to see no one was standing there. She turned on herself trying to spot her boyfriend, to no avail.
“Hum, I think he went outside,” said Diego. “He found it stuffy in here.”
“Why didn’t he tell me? I should go with him,” said Alice.
Before she could turn around, Diego wrapped an arm around her shoulders and guided her further inside the church. “Come on; I’m sure he wouldn’t want you to miss all the art in here.”
Alice gave Diego a suspicious look, furrowing her brows, before glancing behind her. She figured that if Charlie had wanted her to be with him, he would have told her. She shook Diego’s arms off of her shoulders and joined the girls at the altar, where Tulip was busy imagining Dennis getting married to the love of his life. Once they were done visiting the church, they went back outside, where Charlie was waiting for them in the shade.
“Are you ok?” asked Alice as she ran up to him.
“What do you mean?”
“Diego told us you went out because you felt it was stuffy in the church…”
“Oh! Yeah, I just needed some air, but I’m perfectly fine now.”
“Glad to hear you’re feeling better, mate,” said Andre as they made their way down the stairs.
“Ok, next up is a sweet treat: pastéis de nata. And it will give us the chance to relax a bit and step away from the heat,” said Alanza.
“Hum, actually, you guys can go ahead. We’ll join you later. There’s something I want to show Alice,” said Charlie, taking Alice’s hand.
She looked up at him, her cheeks turning pink.
“Ok, you two have fun!” said Diego as he guided the rest of the group away from the couple.
“We’ll be at the Confeitaria Colombo!” shouted Alanza as Alice and Charlie walked away.
They left the street they were on, taking a narrow road to lead them to the larger Rua Sete de Setembro.
“Where are you taking me?” asked Alice as she let Charlie lead the way.
“You’ll see,” simply replied Charlie.
“Is it what you and Diego were talking about yesterday?” asked Alice.
Charlie stopped in his tracks and looked at her. “What are you talking about?”
“Diego was looking for you yesterday before lunch, and he went straight to talk to you when I told him where you were. Also, you two looked like you were cooking up some plan last night at dinner,” said Alice as they started walking again.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” replied Charlie, avoiding Alice’s gaze.
“Ah! I knew it! You were planning something with Diego!” said Alice as they turned into a small deserted street next to an old theatre. “Seriously, where are you taking me?” she said, looking worriedly around.
They crossed a plaza and stopped in front of a building built in limestone that looked like a church. Four statues were on the façade: one on each side of the building, and the other two were on each side of the door. Before she had time to read what was written at the top of the building, Charlie took both of her hands and made her look at him.
“Close your eyes,” he said, smiling.
Alice looked at him, skeptically.
“Please,” he pleaded.
She furrowed her brows, smiling lightly as she closed her eyes after removing her sunglasses. He waved a hand in front of her closed eyes to make sure she wasn’t looking. He gently took her hand and guided her inside the building.
“You can open your eyes now,” said Charlie as he stood behind her.
Alice opened her eyes and what she saw rendered her speechless. Three floors of walls covered in books. A magnificent chandelier dangled from the ceiling, which also had a skylight in iron structure. The intricate details of the wooden frame of the library’s galleries were sublime. Alice felt like she was in a dream. Sure, Hogwarts’ library was big, but it was dark, a little gloomy, and unwelcoming; Madam Pince having a lot to do with that last impression. This library was luminous. The blue walls contrasting with the wood’s darkness and the touches of gold on the wood contributed to Alice’s warm feeling as she stood in this great library.
“Oh, Charlie,” whispered Alice, turning around, the skirt of her dress twirling as she did so.
“You like it?” asked Charlie as Alice wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Like it? I love it!” she said before kissing him on the lips, her straw hat falling backward.
Charlie placed his hands on her waist, closing his eyes as he leaned into the kiss until he realized something. He opened his eyes and cleared his throat.
“What?” asked Alice as she took a step back.
“Hum… there are people around…” whispered Charlie, looking around the room.
Alice turned her head, noticing some people looking at them as her face grew hot.
“Sorry,” she mouthed before looking back at Charlie. “Let’s take a look around,” she whispered as she grabbed her hat from the floor.
They walked around the bookcases on the ground floor, looking at all the old books’ spines. They didn’t dare touch any, as they felt the gaze of the librarian on their back.
“I guess every library comes with a Madam Pince,” whispered Alice.
“I guess kissing in a library won’t get you on the librarian’s good books,” said Charlie, looking behind him. “Anyway, it’s not like we can read anything here. Everything seems to be in Portuguese. We should go back to the others… Alice! What are you doing?”
Alice held a book in her hand while holding her wand over a page with the other. “Shhh, be quiet. It’s just this book had ‘Contos de fadas brasileiros’ written on it.”
“But it’s in Portuguese! And your wand…”
“I need it to use a translation spell Rowan taught me.”
“Taught you? When?”
“Well, she didn’t actually teach it to me in person. I just found it on a note in a book she read,” explained Alice as she read the page her wand was hovering over.
“Quick,” said Charlie, as he looked behind them, “the librarian is coming.”
Alice closed the book and promptly replaced it on the shelf as she surreptitiously slid her wand back into her crossbody handbag. “Obrigada,” said Alice, turning to face the librarian with a sweet smile, her angelic face seemingly calming any worries the librarian had as the couple swiftly left the library.
“That was a close call,” said Charlie once they were outside. “Anyway, what did you say to the librarian?”
“I simply said ‘thank you.’”
“Why?”
“Because it’s polite and one of the few things I can say in Portuguese,” explained Alice as they made their way back to the Rua Sete de Setembro. “Figured something polite, and my sweet face would get her off our backs.”
They leisurely made their way to the Confeitaria Colombo, holding hands and talking about their vacation so far. As they approached it, they saw their friends leaving the restaurant.
“Here are the two lovebirds!” exclaimed Tulip.
“We got some custard tarts to go when we figured you wouldn’t be back in time,” said Penny, holding up a small plastic bag.
“They were delicious!” said Barnaby, rubbing his stomach as he smiled.
“Mate, you have some coloured lip balm on your lips,” pointed out Andre, smirking.
“So I guess Alice liked her surprise,” said Diego, grinning.
Charlie used the back of his hand to wipe off the lip balm as he and Alice blushed.
“Wait, did you two abandon us just to make out somewhere?” asked Tonks.
“What? No! We visited a library!” exclaimed Alice.
“A library? Why would you visit a library instead of eating custard tarts? Are you trying to cover up for the fact that you did spend all that time making out?” asked Tulip, her face inches from Alice’s as she looked at her suspiciously.
“No, they did go to a library: The Real Gabinete Português de Leitura, or Royal Portuguese Reading Room,” explained Diego, making Alanza wince at his Portuguese pronunciation. “The two Argentinian girls I spoke to yesterday said it was a really nice place to see, so I told Charlie he should take Alice there.”
“Wait, when you left the church…” started saying Alanza.
“I went to locate the library, make sure I had the right directions,” completed Charlie.
“Aw, all that for Alice… Makes me sick,” said Tonks, sticking out her tongue in fake disgust.
“Jealous,” said Alice, lightly nudging her friend.
“You wish,” replied Tonks, linking her arm with her friend’s. “Now, come on. We’re supposed to go see a royal palace.”
“Actually, it is the Imperial Palace,” explained Alanza as they made their way down the street. “It became the prince regent of Portugal’s residence when he moved here with his family to escape Napoleon’s invasion of Portugal. It is at that time that Rio became the royal seat of power.”
“Bloody French,” said Tonks, smirking as she glanced at Alice.
“He wasn’t French, he was Corsican, and his ancestors were Italian,” said Alice.
“But he was the emperor of France, no?”
“For, like, ten years.”
“His army was French?”
“Yes…”
“Therefore, I reiterate what I said: Bloody French,” said Tonks, sticking out her tongue.
“Stop bickering, you two,” said Andre. “As long as I get to see a palace, I’m happy.”
“We are not bickering. We are having a friendly conversation,” said Tonks and Alice in unison, making Alanza raise her eyebrows and look around in confusion.
“Don’t ask. That’s how they are,” explained Penny to Alanza, rolling her eyes.
When they finally arrived at the Imperial Palace, what stood in front of them was a white three-storey building in a simple baroque style with a tiled roof.
“That’s it?” asked Tulip.
“Well, it has its charms,” said Alice.
“There are some details around the windows,” said Penny.
“It is not what Europeans think of when they hear ‘Imperial Palace,’” pointed out Alanza.
“Thank Merlin, you see it too! I mean, it’s lovely, sure, but it’s no Versaille or Buckingham. Please tell me it’s like that golden church, and the interior is grand,” said Andre with pleading eyes.
“Unfortunately, no. It was stripped at the end of the 19th century and became a central mail office. It mostly serves as a cultural center nowadays, with temporary art exhibitions.”
“Then why is it called the Imperial Palace?” asked Barnaby.
“Because when Brasil became independent, it became the Império do Brasil, or Empire of Brasil,” explained Alanza. “When it was the Portuguese royal family’s residence, it was known as the Royal Palace. Before that, it was the house of the Governor.”
“How come you know so much?” asked Tulip.
“She’s from around here,” said Diego.
“Alice, you live in London. Do you know who first lived in Buckingham Palace?”
“Hum, no?”
“See! I live in London as well, and I don’t know the history of any buildings, except the Tower of London because executions,” pointed out Tulip.
“Alright, when Alice told me you wanted to visit the historic part of Centro, I may have studied up on my Trouxa history. The map I have with me is full of my notes,” she said, showing the scribbles on her map.
“Trouxa?” asked Barnaby.
“People who can’t do magic.”
“Ah! We call them Muggles,” said Charlie.
“So, as much as standing in the sun learning about cultural differences is fun, what is next?” asked Penny.
“Well, that’s pretty much it. Next up for you is to head back to the hotel to relax, so you are ready for tomorrow’s hike,” said Alanza.
“Hike?!” said Alice and Penny.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t have any outfits that are intended for nature,” said Andre.
“I was actually planning to go to the National History Museum tomorrow, since it’s free on Sundays,” said Alice.
“Says the rich girl,” said Tonks.
“Rich people are notoriously cheap,” replied Alice.
“But I don’t want to go to a stuffy museum,” complained Tulip.
“We can separate for the day. You guys can go hike in nature, while Penny, Andre, and I go to the museum.”
“Will there be dragons on that hike?” asked Charlie.
“Charlie. Always asking the important questions,” said Diego.
“Hum, no, sorry,” replied Alanza.
“Meh, then I’ll go to the museum with Alice.”
“Are you sure? There won’t be any dragons in the museum either,” said Alice.
“No, but you’ll be there,” replied Charlie, making Alice blush.
“Ok! I think this is our cue to head back to the hotel before those two start snogging in front of the palace,” said Tulip as she ran towards the street to hail two cabs.
“Well, see you tomorrow then! Tchau!” said Alanza waiving to the group as they joined Tulip.
A/N #2: Hope you enjoyed it! Next up: the museum, where I will describe every single exhibit they see... Joking. Anyway, just wanted to let you know something regarding the Imperial Palace. So, in the fic, Alanza said they interior is rather ordinary, it’s mostly based on pictures of the interior. According to Culture Trip, “in 1980 it was restored to its former glory with the interior replicated to how it was in the 19th century.” Unfortunately couldn’t find any information regarding the current state of the interior.
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