Who: Fleur Delacour and Molly Weasley When: Evening of June 10th Where: A random city street What: A random encounter after a performance Status/Rating: On-going/TBD but prob not more than PG
Her hair spilled over her shoulders as Fleur pulled it from its restrains and ran her fingers through it hoping to bring some order to the chaos that was her hair. Performing always had a way of tangling her hair beyond hope but she hated pulling it up completely in a bun, it gave her a headache and made her look like a bit like a guy on stage; not that her frilly skirts or tutus would ever let her be confused for a male dancer. It was still rather early, she could go out or something, but she packed her bag and slung it over her shoulder figuring she would probably just go home and relax. She kept saying she would get out and discover the area and what there was to do but she hadn't as of yet. Other than to sample the local coffee shops.
Pulling out her phone, Fleur typed out a quick message to her sister back in France and sent it, her flip-flops slapping softly against the floor. It wasn't till she glanced up that she saw the red haired woman in front of her but it was wasn't quite fast enough to stop her from nearly bumping into her.
"I am sorry madame," Fleur told the woman in her accented English accompanied with a soft smile. "They really should get rid of this things." Fleur told her as she motioned to her cellphone. "Or next time I will wait to send my soeur when I sitting down," she joked lightly. "Though, really, I am sorry."