Who: Marguerite Delacour and Edward Carmichael When: Saturday night (if this doesn't work lemme know, can be changed easily) Where: Martini's. What: Marguerite spends her night sipping wine at a fine establishment and meets Edward. Rating: TBD Open/Closed: Open to Eddie Carmichael
She wasn't currently in the habit of spending her nights at home where she might enjoy a far more calming, quieter experience. Recently, Marguerite's desire to be rid of lingering thoughts of Calvin, and how they used to spend nights together, led her to spending more time out and about and more time drinking. Not that she was a lush, and not that she got wasted like some of these trashy witches she saw at this particular establishment, but she did like to enjoy the buzz of a good, dark port wine.
It was while she was sipping on this particular port, dressed to the nines and looking awfully bored, that she noticed him. Something about his young face was particularly pleasing to her, though Marguerite could not place why it was. She tilted her head as she watched him from afar, wondering if he was foreign.. for not many English wizards had such striking features.