Who: Alicia Spinnet and Isabelle Badeau-Spinnet Where: Isabelle's office - Paris, France When: Tuesday Afternoon What: Alicia's aunt, while having no real problem with muggles or halfbloods, is of the opinion that Alicia needs something solid and committed in her life in the field of relationships. She had asked Alicia to spend some time with her in France, but did so only to try and set her up with a Chaser form the French Quidditch team. Silly relatives. Always trying to get their daughters and sons to get married!
"But he wears a pink uniform!"
That had been one of Alicia's many arguments why this guy was not who she was going to settle down with. Clearly her aunt had forgotten about her current relationship, which she was quite happy in. And when Alicia had asked Isabelle whether she had, her aunt's response made little to no sense to her. "He is better suited for your lifestyle and needs, Alicia." What sort of response was that? How did she know what kind of lifestyle Alicia had now? As far as she was concerned, her lifestyle was rather simple compared to most. In fact, it was simple and comfortable, which was exactly how she liked it.
"He is a gentleman who has a stable job, and can provide for you." Now it made sense, and Alicia gave her aunt a look. "Aunt Isabelle, I don't really need anyone to provide for me. I can provide for myself and take care of myself. I'm a big girl, you know." Isabelle gave Alicia her own look, shaking her head with a chuckle. "Yes. I'm well aware of that. I just worry about you. When you came to stay with me, you just seemed so--" "That was nearly a year ago. Things were different." Isabelle couldn't help but chuckle again, sitting back in the large, leather chair behind her desk. Alicia sat across from her, and sighed, crossing her arms tight against her.
"You were distressed, and you had lost a great deal, Ali. What if that happens now?" "It won't--" "You don't know that." She really hated having conversations with her aunt, who, for the most part, could always prove herself right and Alicia wrong. "I'm pretty happy with how things are now. I'd rather you not get involved with this." Isabelle sighed, rubbing against her temple. "Alicia. If I had gotten you at a younger age, you realize that you would not have returned to Hogwarts. You would have gone to Beauxbatons. You would have settled here in Paris, and things would be different, yes?" There was silence for a moment, and Alicia looked rather...annoyed.
"You almost sound like you're upset that you didn't," she muttered under her breath, but it didn't get past Isabelle. "I am not telling you that you have to leave what you have, but you should give him a chance. He's a Quidditch player like you--" "No. He is not a Quidditch player like me. Have you seen them play? It's no wonder they wear pink!"
The conversation died after another few moments of silence. Alicia finally stood, rubbing her hand against her head. "I'm going to head back to the house. I need another shower before dinner tonight." Isabelle nodded, keeping her attention at the paperwork in front of her. Alicia simply shook her head, giving a rather exhausted eye roll, as she left the office.