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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Ophelia Mourand, meanwhile, was busy applying a variety of potions and charms to her face and hair as she got ready for her date. Dean had promised her a special date, and even though she was still somewhat disappointed that his libido was currently non-existent he had been very attentive since he had returned from his holiday. The muggle walking tour he’d taken her on had been fascinating.

“Dean va arriver quand, chère?” asked Marie, standing in the doorway of Ophelia’s room. [When is Dean going to arrive, dear?]

“Dans dix minutes, je pense,” Ophelia said, glancing at the pocket watch necklace around her neck. [In ten minutes I think.]

“Tu es prêt?” [Are you ready?]

Ophelia made a final sweep with an eyelash brush and turned on her stool, smiling at her housemate. “Oui, c’est simplement mes chaussures et mon manteau.” [Yes, it's just my shoes and my coat.]

“Bonne. Tu est tellment belle, aujourd’hui.” The compliment made Ophelia smile and she stood up and twirled. [Good, you are really beautiful today.]

“Oui? C’est pas trop?” she asked, looking at the rather sheer nature of her dress. [Yes? It's not too much?]

“Absolumment pas! C’est parfait, et si t’es ici ce soir tu dois rompre avec lui!” [Absolutely not. It's perfect and if you're here tonight you have to break up with him!]

“Marie! C’est pas comme ça. Il a des problèmes avec-“ Ophelia cut off as she heard a knock at the door. “J’arrive!” she called, shoes in hand as she headed for the door, missing the look Marie was giving her. [Marie! It's not like that. He has problems with-]