Fleur Delacour is not a whore. (bellefille) wrote in impetuousrpg, |
Fleur entered the ballroom and almost everyone's head turned instantaneously. Of course she looked gorgeous, and while normal people would be ridiculed for wearing such a ridiculous costume, people simply gawked at her. She decided to be a vampire and really had no shame when it came to the costume.
Strutting into the room, she glanced around for someone she would know but hadn't seen anyone right away. She was on the arm of an old man that she didn't know very well but she ignored that. What's-his-name was on the wizengamot and was entirely too infatuated with her breasts. Plus, he was constantly stuttering and she was already bothered with him. Eventually they were spotted by others and he had gotten tied up in conversation with someone else important and that left Fleur headed straight to the bar.
Before she got there though, she was stopped by a little boy dressed as a quidditch player who held out a flower sheepishly at her. Bending down and smiling, she took it from him. "Why zank you petit garçon. Zis is a very nice zing to be giving me." Moving her hand to the side of his face she looked at him seriously, "You always give flowers to the women you love. Being such a gentleman will be very good for special moments. Your mother should be proud you are so smart for being so young." The boy nodded and she adjusted the collar of his costume before kissing him on the cheek. He blushed and ran away from her quickly to go tell his friends. Smiling to herself, Fleur spotted a table and sat down. She was bored already.