the french riviera, on this sunny afternoon, was TRULY a sight to behold — made better by the exquisite iced tea and quiet, calm atmosphere of the chateau d’azur ( one of the most illustrious cafes in france ). it must have been COSTLY to get a reservation, but cam never spared an expense — especially when making first impressions. they quirk their head, sensing that their company had arrived, and smiles ( brilliant white teeth contrast their vantablack lips ).
❝ Monsieur Flynn ! ❞ booming voice carries across the cafe from the balcony, followed by the witch wafting a cigarette ( poised on it’s ORNATE holder ) in the air — just in case harry didn’t quite hear them. some onlookers turn to look, but cam’s haunting tenor deterred them from gazing for too long ( lest sunglasses lower, violet eyes turning them all to STONE as punishment ! ).
❝ Over here, dear ! ❞
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