from possibility to actuality

Seeing Apolline's smile was all Ètienne needed for his birthday. No frills, just the woman he loved happily in front of him. It seemed that she hadn't stopped smiling since they were in France. How he could have that effect on her he didn't know but was eternally grateful. Merlin knew his smile had never gone away. He was dancing on cloud nine as the days passed. Ètienne was a lucky man and he knew it. He kissed her gently as he came into the home.

"You can thank them at dinner." Apolline grew up with house elves, but her parents had shown her to treat them with respect and she was never cruel to them. When she could, she tried to help, but for tonight's dinner, the blonde wanted it to be perfect. "You may, but I will not give it away. You will have to wait until we sit down to confirm."

Alice reciprocated her friend's smile, glad that she ran into Apolline. "Sure, that would be lovely. Tell me, how have you been?"

"I been good." There was so much she wanted to say to Alice, but it was hard when it would have been easier to say in French. "You? have you been good?"

He was officially twenty-eight years old. Not a milestone age but another year around the sun. That was always something to celebrate. Normally he would have gone out with mates, drank till he was completely knackered and slept with all he wanted. The ultimate playboy. This year was different however. This year Ètienne was engaged. If his fiancée had been anyone but Apolline he may have continued his boyish ways, but she was worth giving up every bit of it. -- though maybe a few drinks would still be in order.

Apolline stood there in front of her fiance, and she could not remove the smile that seemed to be etched permanently on her lips, a hand reaching out to take his to lead down the hallway. "The elves have been cooking." She tried her best to help them, but when they told her to leave, she did listen. The last thing she wanted to do was the ruin the meal.

Georgette could suddenly feel the trepidation of the blonde handing over her wand. Wands were one of a kind, they were special, they were an extension of the witch or wizard. She knew that. She had seen it plenty of times but she always managed to forget it until she had a customer so hesitant. This one was beyond hesitant.

Apolline took a deep breath, letting it out once she let go of her wand, instantly feeling like a part of her was missing. The blonde had to trust the wand maker in front of her. There was a high reputation when it came to Ollivander's.

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Apolline had run out of tea at home, catching herself wandering pass, that she decided to go in. That is when she saw Alice, a smile on her face at the sight of her friend. "No, is okay. You want tea together?"

The blonde's face was full of confusion. Georgette found it quite amusing if she had to say so herself. She couldn't lie if she had to say that others being uncomfortable brought her even the slightest bit of joy. It amused her. Maybe it was a flaw in her character but she could care less about that. Georgette was who she was and never apologized for it. There was no reason to apologize for whoever a person was -- unless they were idiotic and unintelligent which unfortunately was the masses. She did try in her own Georgette way but it still came out in sarcasm and bitchy. Oh well.

Apolline was very picky with those touching her wand, it was special to her, handmade, and this was the first time anything ever happened to it. Her eyes flicker from the witche's outstretched hand and cautiously places her wand down.

Never once had the witch tried to make it a secret where she stood. Well, she had never openly spoken about her side in this war, but she supposed those the brunette could be seen with gave away what her intentions in this world may have been all too well. "Right. I did not believe you'd have something to hide. I would think that if you did so, you'd not have agreed to marrying my brother. Out of fairness, hm?" It wasn't really a question, merely a note; a hint of sorts. "But since you say you love him I shall rest my case." This was her brother's choice after all. Despite very much disliking the reality, Estelle Delacour would have to live with the reality that this witch would be part of her family all too soon.

When it came to her feelings for Etienne, there were the purest form, and ones she would not take for granted. He knew of who she was and what she was, and still wanted to share a life with her. Their parents may have forced their hand, but she was certain, if he desired, he would have found a way out of the betrothal. "I will not hurt him." Apolline meant that.

As he was knelt on one knee, Ètienne was almost in shock. He never had given marriage such a thought. He assumed he would be married off eventually but thought he had somehow dodged it. But with Apolline he wasn’t dodging anything. He was diving head first with someone he was enthralled by and had been for some time. He never worried he would grow bored or want to step outside the marriage for she was always his dream from the moment he had laid eyes on her. Excitement happened inside of him when their parents burst through that door. Nerves as well, of course, but things were turning out perfectly. Now he had to make this moment perfect.

All she could do was fixate on the wizard down on one knee in front of her. He was not required to do this, considering their parents had made it official without them knowing until afterwards. Their fate had been sealed, but here he was, proving to her that it was more than what their parents wanted. That she had been wrong all those years ago, but they had now, to start a life together.

Georgette had been in the back working on her most recent wand when she heard the door jingle. Damn. She was in her groove. She wiped her hands on her pants and felt the splinters entering her fingers — something she had become very used to — before entering the store proper.

Apolline stood in front of the brunette with her wand in her hand. There was the voice in the back of her head that was telling her to go back to France to have it looked it. It was special, one of kind, to those who had full veela relatives, a strand of her grandmother's hair in it. She didn't want to have anyone ruin it. Though, she was told good things about Ollivander's and thought she would trust the witch.

A maniacal laughter flowed from his lips, echoing in the stone walls of the alley as he took another step forward. "Oh sweetheart, if you think this would go the way you want it to, I have to say I already feel sorry for you." Evan told her, then making a shushing gesture with his finger. "You might be powerful, but no use for your powers tonight." His fist comes to grasp a handful of her hair, pulling tight enough for her to feel it. "What would happen to you, I wonder, if I took one hair at a time? Would you fade away slowly, would your magic drain from you, or would it lead to your ultimate death, love?"

A shiver rippled down Apolline's spine at his laughter, her hands balling into fists, and she could feel a mix of rage and fear wash over her. Before the blonde could react, fingers grasped into her tresses and she could fee the sharp pain at the side of her skull. "I do believe, you would not see it happen." She hissed through gritted teeth, the usually blue in her eyes turning to a black, flashes of bird like features flickering on her facial features. He was powerful, but the last thing she would do was submit to him. "Release my hair." She demanded.