Fleur Weasley (parexcellance) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-10-30 19:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - october, alexander greengrass, fleur delacour |
Who: Fleur Delacour and Alexander Greengrass
When: Morning of October 31st (Predated, b/c of work and Halloween madness)
Where: A restaurant
What: Random birthday encounter
Status: Open to Bill Weasley/PG to start
Fleur twisted the charm bracelet on her wrist as she thought of many things and nothing at all. If she had her way she would have slept in but there was always something to do and work to be done, even if she had managed to get the day off. Her thoughts wondered to the packing she still had to do for her trip to France, it was as if by putting off the packing she wouldn't have to go but it didn't work that way. It left her with a lot of last minute packing to do. A soft sigh escaped her lips at the mere thought of packing when she could be doing something, anything, more enjoyable on her birthday.
She sloshed the water around in her glass as she glanced outside the window. The weather was dreary and overcast. Faire un temps de Toussaint, the French would say; or to have Toussaint weather or the typical dreary November weather common in France. It was partly why she was careful to pick out an outfit that was both cheerful, yet polished. Fleur was always certain to take careful consideration with her appearance. Just because she was naturally beautiful did not give her a reason to not care of her appearance when out in public.
At first she had not even taken notice of Alexander, who the waiter sat down at the table next to her's. She was too busy thinking of other things and other people. Even though she knew better she found herself turning slightly in her chair to talk to him. She couldn't see him and not wish him a happy birthday; as much as they bickered there was some degree of sincerity and care for his well-being there. Like it or not a part of her did care for him. "Good morning, Alexander. Happy birthday." She told him with a flick of her long blonde locks.
Fleur waited a moment to see if he responded, if not it was no big deal. She could turn around, finish waiting for Bill, have breakfast, and get on with her day. She told herself she wasn't going to let herself bicker with Alexander today. Not today of all days. They could have an agreeable, albeit hopefully short, encounter. At least she thought they could.