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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur sways into the bar. She is now in a strapless red dress that is tight in all the right places. Her hair is partial up in a confection of curling loops. She clicks over to the bar in her stilettos and slides easily into her favorite stool.*

*Running her long nail over the bar top* Mmm, chere, vodka. Absolut. The bottle. Oui? *A bottle and a shot glass appear.* Merci!

*She eyes the slowly gathering crowd with only a slightly hidden mirth.*

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[balletrat]

Fleur! Bonjour!
*Meg skips over happily and perches next to Fleur at the bar.*

[leplusbeau]

*smiles kindly*

Ah, bonsoir, mon amie. I have not seen you in...oh, a while. Temp, he passes funny here.

[balletrat]

Oh, don't I know it.

*Meg sighs.*

I'm always getting in trouble with ma mere - she sends me away to keep out from being underfoot, and I go home and I'm right back when I left . . . je ne peux pas gagner.

Mais, how have you spent your funnily-passing time?

[leplusbeau]

*pours a shot and throws back*

Oh, founded a dead winged thing, played naked by ze lake, meet some new people...*shrugs* The "normal" thingz here.

Et, do not worry. You will win sometime. *waves her hand around the bar* Being here meanz you found a way to win.

Mais, mon amie, I am curiouz...how do you get here? You are not magic, oui?

[balletrat]

[OOC: Bah. Can I kill the server? Please?]

Me? Magic? *Meg laughs out of sheer surprise, then ponders.* Well, theoretically I've been blessed by an angel - but it was a crazy killer angel, so I don't think that counts.

Er - *She twiddles her thumbs idly.* I actually don't really know how I get here. It's - I sort of turn an alleyway in Paris - and think about being here - and here I am.

I got directions from a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend, but they couldn't explain to me how it actually works . . .

So most people need magic to get here, then? Do you use magic?

[leplusbeau]

[ooc: yes, you may. In fact, I will help you.]

Oh, non, I do not think you need it, mais the people I know do, et I waz curious.

Oui. *pulls a cigarette out of midair and lights it with her wand*

Une witch. It iz tres bien to be moi!

[capt_angie]

Fleur? Fleur delacour? it is you isn't it?

[leplusbeau]

*tips her head and looks curious*

Pardon? Et, who are you?

[capt_angie]

oh, sorry... i'm Angie Johnson. i used to go to hogwarts and i recognised you from the tournament.

[leplusbeau]

Oh, more English.

Oui, j'suis Fleur Delacour. *offers her hand*

Et, what were you at 'Ogwarts, petite? Pardon, I do not remember you.

[capt_angie]

I was a student. Don't worry about it... it's not like we ever spoke, is it? i only remember you because you where the champion if you were anyone one else, i would be just as clueless.

[capt_angie]

*lights up a cigarette, and offers on to fleur*

So how did you end up here?

[leplusbeau]

[ooc: Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't get that notification!]

Oh, I popped down to ze cafe for a drink and I find myself here. I waz very confuzed. *thinks* That waz a week ago...

Et tu, mon amie?

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

Bonjour, cherie. You are looking lovely tonight.

Thank heavens for little girls
for little girls get bigger every day!
Thank heaven for little girls
they grow up in the most delightful way!
Those little eyes so helpless and appealing
one day will flash and send you crashin' thru the ceilin'
Thank heaven for little girls
thank heaven for them all,
no matter where no matter who
for without them, what would little boys do?

[leplusbeau]

*smiles*

Et tu, Teres! It iz nice to see you! How are you?

*laughs*

Oh, that iz home. The boyz would sing that to me az I walked to the market.

[ooc: you know, it would be nice if LJ would stop eating my comments. Really, it would. Oh lj, how I love you yet want to stab you. Sorry that took so bloody long.]

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

I'm...well. You know boys, Fleur...

Standing on the corner watching all the girls go by...

[OOC: No problem. It must be a systemwide glitch, cause it's taking me forever and multiple tries to post.]

[leplusbeau]

Oui, I do know them. Many of them very well.

*offers cigarette*

If you wish...I will listen. *Wrinkle appears on her forehead because she is surprised at herself but means it not the less.*

[musical-muse.livejournal.com]

*Surprises herself by accepting the offered cigarette*

Thank you, Fleur...

I'd rather not discuss it, suffice it to say I took a hit and it knocked back a little, but I'm coming back...

I went and locked myself away, but I'll be back again someday...

[leplusbeau]

Oh, mon amie, je suis désolé. Drop a lemon in hiz drink. It will help.

Et, it iz good to keep going. *looks about*

It iz so quiet! Why?

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

*waves at her from his stool, looking ridiculously chipper for a man in his situation*

Hey, Fleur. You're looking lovely tonight.

[leplusbeau]

*giggles*

Bonsoir, Assshe. You have found our home nice, oui?

*offers cigarette*

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

*declines the cigarette, but orders a beer from the bar*

Well, it's clean, the company's good, and no one's trying to kill me. Seems pretty nice to me.

[leplusbeau]

*Leans forward and her smile grows*

Oh? Good company and killing? Who would wish to kill you, Asshe?

*She takes a long drag on her cigarette before exhaling several naughty dancing girls.*

[ash--evildead.livejournal.com]

*smiles back, though rather bitterly*

Hon, that's a very long story. You want the full novel or the CliffNotes version?

[leplusbeau]

Oh...whatever you préfére. *Places her chin in her hand and prepares to listen.*