Re: 9:09
Michalea was getting antsy. Thierry Daniel Henry was not sitting at his table in the futball autograph room. Where could he be? Deciding to check and ensure that the Wizarding session was up to par, Michalea went in and quickly saw her son, a glance of the room revealing another strikingly handsome young man that was in the wrong place.
A look of panic passed between mother and son as they both made a beeline for the mismatched pair.
"Mr. Henry, it seems you've been directed to the wrong room. You should be next door signing autographs."
At the same moment, Blaise grabbed Pansy by her other arm and forced her away from her companion. "What the bloody hell are you thinking?" he admonished as he pulled her toward the wall. "This isn't Britain and there are no thoughts of lifting the statutes of secrecy here in France. You can be thrown into the Bastille for this. Now Mum's going to have to obliviate the guy before he goes to his own signing session. You've got to think."