Ophelia Greengrass (culinaryart) wrote in 80smarauders_ic, @ 2017-08-29 15:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, character: ophelia fawley, character: regulus black, date: 08-87, type: thread |
RP: Ophelia & Regulus
Who: Ophelia and Regulus
What: Choosing colour schemes and doubting her life choices
Where: Maitre Choux, Diagon Alley
When: 29h August, 1987
Rating: Low
Having arrived back in England only a few days ago, she was happy with the progress that had been made on the new patisserie location. The kitchen was just to her specifications and the taster menu had been completed. It was the store front and the inner workings of the place, however, that didn't quite feel right. She was attempting to bring a little bit of Continental Europe to a street that was very quintessentially British--something she was reminded of every time her heels caught on the cobbled street. She didn't want to stand out for the wrong reasons, of course, but she missed the large store windows of Paris and the polished finish.
The place was her domain (at least, she tried to tell herself that) and she had rebuffed her mother's attempts at decorating. Ophelia could get on board with fine china and doilies, but she couldn't take her mother's suggestion of floating candles and thick velvet curtains. She wanted the place to be bright and fresh--the perfect place to come for an afternoon tea, or to plan an event. As it was, her parents desire to see her married off was indeed a double-edged sword. It may have filled her with dread deep in her bones, but it also meant they were distracted and she was left to her own devices--something that had not been the case for a very long time. A freedom, of sorts, that was equally terrifying as it was liberating.
The sign had just been erected out front and as she stood before it, she was still unsure of the colour-scheme. Whites, pinks and lavender. Her favourite colour was red, but the connotations of that colour never did bode well with a family seeped in Slytherin history. It was yet another compromise made unconsciously.