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Post by Cécile De Volanges on Oct 30, 2007 17:57:46 GMT
Blonde hair billowing behind her as her usual, the remarkable looking girl strode up the street. Everywhere she went, people's heads turned to look at her, it was not a natural thing and would no doubt leave the muggles wondering why such a girl captured their attention so easily, even though she was so attractive. Shaking her head slightly she pursed those full lips of hers, one slender hand resting arrogantly on her jutting out hip.
"My Muzzer made eet quite clear zat zee specials would be chosen by 'er today," for a sixteen year old her voice held the confidence and authority of someone twice her age. The restaurant manager looked at her with a worried look as she stared at him with piercing green eyes. The small restaurant was one of the many establishments in the area that the Volanges family owned, and as it was not deemed important enough for her parents to look into, they had interrupted Cécile's day of shopping and relaxation to send her here to sort out the problem. Annoyance and insolence was stamped across her features as she exhaled loudly, making a sharp hissing sound as she waited for her will to be done.
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Post by leozabini on Oct 30, 2007 18:00:06 GMT
"Well, I could always start on about how Slytherins are fit to rule and Gryffindors aren't, should I go on about that?" She asked, cracking a half smile. "As long as you don't start in about Quidditch, feel free to direct the conversation." Leo said waving her hand in the air as if to dismiss her topic just like that. She caught sight of a girl who looked, strangely enough, like Gabrielle only with green eyes. There was no way the two were related but she was definitely part Veela, of that, Leo was sure.
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Post by Jamie Canstine Black on Oct 30, 2007 18:00:30 GMT
Hearing a familiar accent Jamie cringed. THere she was. The queen bee herself. Turning to look Jamie noticed the familar scent and the way people stared. Her cousin Cecile in the flesh. "Harassing others once again Cecile?" She said, her voice taunting her cousin, though there was a smile on her face.
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Post by Cécile De Volanges on Oct 30, 2007 18:07:16 GMT
Hands still fixed firmly on her hips, she frowned again, until the employee finally scuttled away to take care of the new jobs. Tossing her hair again in an exagerated way, she heard a voice and turned to see who it was addressing her. The expression on her face was less than friendly at first, Cécile hated listening to the locals whine on about something or other to do with her family, she even hated it when they fawned over her.
When those eyes of hers settled on the speaker she frowned again. "Jamie my darling, to what do we owe ze pleasure?" A smile had curled her lips now, though it was undeniably arrogant. The two cousins were hardly best friends, but neither Blacks nor Volanges lowered themself to petty, public disagreements, so civilness was expected at all times. Glancing at the other two people at the table she paused for a second, a strange feeling of recognition hitting her.
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Post by Mimbletonia Scamander on Oct 30, 2007 18:11:34 GMT
Mimbletonia rather dreamily ignored the waiter who was trying to usher her out of the corner restaraunt, as she spoke into what most might refer to as a tape recorder, though this, this was far more special. "Day two in the le midi portion of France, and this intrepid explorer has yet to find any trace of the fabled mennyms, though she hears they are rather fond of muggles"
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Post by Jamie Canstine Black on Oct 30, 2007 18:16:46 GMT
"Being in a coincidental place, my dear." Jamie said, her lips curved into a pleasant smile at the cousin whom she held utter disdain for. The two had disliked each other from birth it seemed. Jamie being the cousin who knew her father not and Cecile, the girl whose family had everything. Where as Jamie's mother was a drunk and Cecile was a treasure to her mother and father. "Ready for the new school year?" Jamie asked leasantly, hoping she would nto be asked to introduce Teddy and Leo.
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Post by leozabini on Oct 30, 2007 18:24:57 GMT
During the exchange, Leo was able to find a name for the face. Cecile was a year younger then her but in the same house, unfortunately. She sat back in her chair, lounging comfortable. One arm was hooked behind the back of the chair, her legs folded close to the chair legs, ankles crossed and her other shoulder oh-so-carelessly dropped in what could be mistaken for a half-hearted shrug. She turned her blue eyed gaze to Teddy then, no longer paying attention to Jamie and Cecile. "Here I am breaking my own rule. Do you play quidditch?" She asked with a defeated sigh that could only mean she was now bored.
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Post by Cécile De Volanges on Oct 30, 2007 18:29:04 GMT
Raising her silvery eyebrows she watched an unusual looking dreamy girl talking into some muggle looking contraption. Eyeing the waitor she was about to speak and ask the girl what she was doing when her cousin spoke again. Returning her polite attention to the dark haired girl, she smiled again, the picture of charm and etiquette.
"Ahh, and 'ere waz me theenking you 'ad come to visit us," to anyone else it would seem like nothing more than a conversation between relatives. Only Cécile and Jamie knew the underlying tension and dislike that existed between them. The blonde haired girl had long ago put it down to jealousy, after all the Blacks were a shadow of their former selves. There was no money left in their possession, they clung to long forgotten glory. At mention of school she pursed her lips, another year of school where she wished she was at Beauxbatons with the rest of her family. "I am ready as ever Jamie."
Glancing back at the girl beside her cousin, she heard the mention of Quidditch and raised an eyebrow. Sport was one of those things she found beneath her.
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Post by Mimbletonia Scamander on Oct 30, 2007 18:33:27 GMT
She spoke into the recorder again, rather excitedly, as she dodged the waiter once more, and wandered close to the table they were all gathered at "We always seem to have just the right luck, at just the right times. While questing for mennyms, mention of quidditch has come up. Perhaps the locals know where we can find them" She held out the device, as if willing them to come up with some answers
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Post by leozabini on Oct 30, 2007 18:48:57 GMT
"Scamander?" Leo was incredulous, or rather, the look on her face was. Of all the places for such a weird child to show up it had to be this cafe in France out of all the other ones. This was turning out to be one of the strangest days ever.
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Post by Cécile De Volanges on Oct 30, 2007 18:55:32 GMT
As the blonde girl offered out some strange contraption towards Cécile she gave both of them an incredulous look. Mouth dropping open slightly, eyes wide she stared at her. "What zee..." she trailed off when the girl at the table spoke, changing the direction of her gaze she spoke again. "You know zis girl?" the tone of her voice was slightly demanding, the side effects of being so spoilt all her life.
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Post by Mimbletonia Scamander on Oct 30, 2007 18:56:57 GMT
She seemed absolutely oblivious to their incredulous looks. Well, she was oblivious to most things, so no shock there
"Mimbletonia actually, but my mum and dad are Scamanders, so I guess that makes me one too. What's on the menu here?"
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Post by leozabini on Oct 30, 2007 19:03:12 GMT
"Nothing good. Mostly junk." Leo said, ignoring Cecile's comment in favor of Mimbletonia's. She always did think that the girl had a bit more personality then anyone in her own house. She finally turned her gaze to her housemate. "She's in Gryffindor." It was a simple statement that totally explained everything to someone who knew what she meant and nothing to someone who didn't know what she meant. Other then that, she was going to ignore Cecile as best she could.
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Post by Cécile De Volanges on Oct 30, 2007 19:14:24 GMT
It was hardly surprising that Cécile took being ignored badly. No one ignored her, well except girls, it was practically impossible for a boy to as she drew their gaze wherever she went. Frowning in anger, she buttoned her lips, the girl had thrown too many hissy fits in this restaurant already that her mother had warned her to show more respect for their establishment and threatened to punish her if it happened again. Ignoring the comment about the food she pasted another smile onto her face at the older girl. "No wonder I do not recognise her." It was a simple, true statement, Cécile tended to ignore anyone in other houses unless they had the same social standing as her, and most didn't.
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Post by Mimbletonia Scamander on Oct 30, 2007 19:19:29 GMT
"Oh" Her smile melted away, and she seemed quite sad, like somebody had just ran over her puppy, then backed up and ran over it again just to make sure it was nice and splattered "I'm supposed to be in Gryffindor? Why did the sorting hat put me in Ravenclaw then? No wonder I get lost so much at school"
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