Victoire & Lorcan
Victoire liked Lorcan. She barely knew him back home - and she certainly couldn't tell him and Lysander apart - but their conversation had been one of the better ones she'd had since arriving, even with his little slip about her future. She had resolutely pushed that tidbit to the back of her mind, however, determined to enjoy this village for what it was: a new opportunity full of possibilities, even if some days made that more difficult than others.
"Lorcan! Or - Lysander?" she guessed, but her grin didn't fade. Probably Lorcan, considering they'd spoken more. "You look brilliant."
She didn't mind the staring; she was dressed in a skimpy peacock costume, for Merlin's sake. But she did make a point of staring right back, and when he finally spoke again, she smiled again. "Brilliant! I can't tell you two apart, sorry." And when she'd last seen them at home, they'd been children. "Having fun? This is sort of amazing, isn't it? Dom and Uncle Perce went all out for this."