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nikolas vaisey doesn't need a broom to fly (besserwisser) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-07-11 00:11:00

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!2003: 07, !incomplete, daphne greengrass, nikolas vaisey

WHO: Nikolas and Daphne Vaisey
WHAT: THE VAISEYS DO ESPANA.
WHERE: A Wizard market in Barcelona, not far from where they are staying for the week.
WHEN: Sunday 11 July, 2003. Early afternoon.

They had only been in Spain since Friday, but time seem to have slowed and when Nikolas had awoken that morning it was with the feeling that he had been here for at least a week already. While this might ordinarily have been a very bad thing indeed, he was currently of the mind that the more time spent away from home the better, and that when the time did come to return at the end of the week, it would be with much reluctance. Perhaps the course of a week would see him rid of the sort of cabin fever feeling he'd been experiencing in Bath, but right now he found very little appealing about going home.

He and Daphne had spent most of the morning in the vicinity of the hotel - Barcelona had a rather bustling Wizarding community, and they were hardly the only tourists. Luckily, this meant that accommodations were plentiful and, as they could afford it, of high quality. The trip had, so far, had a leisurely pace, one that Nikolas would be glad to keep up. It would be fun to experience the local culture and sights, but it was good not to have to rush, or to think about coming back and working.

Having had a late lunch and coming out of it feeling very full, they were now wending their way through one of the larger outdoor markets. The weather was perfect for it and, despite the mild sunburn Nikolas had acquired after an oversight the day before, he felt no need to spend the day indoors. Given the size of the crowds, everyone else seemed to have the same idea. Daphne had already made a few purchases, but for the most part they were just browsing. As he glanced to one of the carts to his right, a very garish and brightly colored hat caught his eye. It was plainly hideous, and he wondered if Daphne had seen it and thought the same. Making sure that she wouldn't miss the chance to comment, he grabbed her wrist and pointed with his free hand, a skeptical smirk on his face.

"Wait, wait, wait." He reached over and plucked the hat up, ignoring a suspicious glance from the merchant, an old women with a bored expression. "I think this is obviously what you've been spending the past half-hour looking for."

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daphne__g
2010-07-12 02:51 am UTC (link)

Barcelona.

Just the name made Daphne smile, there was something exotic about Spain. Something that not even Greece - the country her family originated from - held. There something liberating and exhilerating, something that made Daphne feel free. Her attire changed to accomodate the weather, humidity was something she was used to and in a country like Spain there was plenty of it. Her attire at home in England revolved around muted grays, greens, whites and blacks usually form fitting and suitable to a "socialite heiress" of high pedigree and money. Her mother liked to consider Daphne's clothing to that of royalty without the glitz, business chic without the job. In Spain all that was shed for brighter colors and bolder fashion. Today's clothing was a flowing tunic styled dress that hung off her shoulders and while it did not cling to her body it ended about mid-thigh, enough to show off those long legs she possesed. A simple pair of white sandal with an intimidatingly high heel completed the outfit. It was an outfit that was bound to turn heads and not in a negative sort of way. Something about her screamed chic, and it wasn't just the bags that hung off her arms at the moment.

At the sound of Nikolas' voice telling her to wait, Daphne paused, still holding up a bag as her other hand was grasped, those bright blue eyes glanced curiously over at Nikolas. Eyes widened as he held up the hat, it was hideous and a horrid orange hue. Lips curled into a sneer as she dropped the bag and moved next to Nikolas to look over the hat. "Oh darling," she sighed feigning a whimsical sigh, "You're absolutely right, it's perfect." Plucking the hat from his hands, Daphne examined it with scrutiny, before her lips curled into a devious smirk.

"But alas, you see, I have been searching for this exact hat only I wanted it in clementine orange, this is obviously mandarin orange." Shaking her head with disappointment, she looked up at Nikolas. "But, you know, my dear, you look amazing in mandarin orange." Leaning forward to tugged the hat on to Nikolas' head, "Yes, that definitely suits you best."

Head tilted to the side, as a finely manicured finger tapped her cheek thoughtfully and stared at Nikolas. Never in a million years would Daphne had predicted this would be her future. She never thought she would be vacationing with a man who five years prior she hardly knew - and on top of that be married to him. Daphne never saw herself married, at least not at the age of 23, yet here she was; Mrs Daphne Vaisey. There were times where she woke up and still wondered when she would get off this crazy train, but on the end she knew this was not a dream. She was stuck and so was he, she knew instead of being a complete bitch and making everyone miserable she could just suck it up and make the best of it. Nikolas wasn't a bad person and in the last couple of years she actually began to find herself enjoying his company. Of course, he had his faults, mainly in the form of Harold Dingle, but she was learning how to ignore those.

Time. That was all she needed. Time to adjust, time to learn. Luckily for her Nikolas was patient.

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besserwisser
2010-07-13 04:23 am UTC (link)

Nikolas laughed shortly and looked up, as though doing so would allow him to see how the hat looked. He knew there was a mirror just behind him, but he also knew full well that the orange of the hat had no chance of looking anything but horrible against his red hair. Although, he had to wonder who this hat would suit, or who would think it a good idea to wear. For a brief moment, his mind flashed to that strange Ravenclaw girl who had been in the same year at Hogwarts - Lovewell, Lovegood, something like that. She would have worn this, he was certain.

Shaking his head after a few moments, after making as if to deliberate the decision, he pulled the hat off and replaced it where it had rested. The woman working the cart was still regarding them warily, though her look of mild annoyance wasn't hiding her amusement very well. She probably dealt with silly tourists regularly.

"I don't think so." Nikolas sighed, eying Daphne with mock disappointment. "I'm shocked, I always thought you had much better fashion sense than to stick a ginger in an orange hat."