Shadow || Fleur x Theodore
Fleur made her way into the shop as if no one was inside, even though there were far too many people trying to reach out for one of the authors who either proudly exposed their books or used their free time to give some autographs. Her steps were never short of elegance, and she walked swimmingly through the crowd, glancing at one or two wizards but never staring for too long. There was a hint of a smile in her lips, and she finally exposed her very white and taken care of teeth when someone waved at her showing the space designated to her book.
In the following minutes, Fleur made sure to leave everything perfect. Her space was tidy and neat, much different from some of the messy tables she had earlier seen. Some of her books were exposed and others she kept hidden, and all of them had a different cover than those found on shops; also, she used a spell to give them a delicate and very unique fragrance. Truth to be told, she still hadnât grown quite used to the idea of being an author, after all she simply published her spells in books, but many people thought it right to call her this way. She sighed, looking at the finished table, knowing it was over, but the event would only start in half an hour or so.
Bill wasnât there and neither were the friends she invited. She wouldnât stay behind her table like a fool, though, instead deciding to present herself to some of the authors; she very much enjoyed reading, after all, there must be someone she liked in the middle of all these personas. She did so, compliment one, two, three people⊠before ending up in what appeared to be one of the corners of the room. And she was ready to turn around before noticing someone, apparently hiding, or at least not wanting to be found.
âMonsieur?â Fleur called, not actually minding if the man - or woman - was or wasnât familiar with the french word. âArenât you coming back inside? Eet is not polite to stay âere eef you was invited.â She explained, in a way most Brittish people would have found rude, but not someone who had grown up on France. Flipping her hair back with a flick of her wrist, Fleur waited for the person to walk out of the shadows.
