In search of places pleasing to the eye

[Lillian Mironescu]

Restless, a certain Miss Mironescu had spent the past three weeks flitting from city to city, seeking respite from thoughts of work, or a lack thereof, and the overwhelming anxiety of the upcoming draft. There was no way she'd be signed back onto the Broomfleet, given her past history, but would her reputation overshadow her talent when it came to other times? There was nothing for it but distraction.

So she found herself in Paris, walking breezily along the Rue de Rosiers and ducking in and out of boutiques as they caught her fancy. As usual, she found herself delving into the rich girl's habit of not paying an ounce of attention to how much she was spending. Her Muggle credit card was attached to a bank account which she payed little mind to, mostly ignoring the bills that were sent to her flat. As such, her arms were already laden down with glossy bags filled with gorgeous things picked up on impulse.

Her heels rang along the pavement as she made her way down the street, in search of a place to sit and relax for a bit. She settled on one of the numerous outdoor cafés lining the Rue de Rosiers, perching lady-like in a bistro chair with her legs crossed neatly at the ankles, and ordered a café au lait.

[Valentine Lebeau]

The large brimmed sunhat Valentine wore did it's best to flatter the pale woman, but with a long sleeved white dress whose skirt tickled her knees with each step, it could only do so much. She looked so much better when her raven hair cascaded down and flowed to met her painted red lips. Today though, the vampiress had to make sure she stayed out of the sun. Moving into one of her favorite bistros nearby, she picked up a scent that she loved to pick up on. Blood, but not just any blood. Young magical blood that clearly was healthy. Turning to see where the scent was coming from Valentine smiled coyly looking to the woman. She apparently had good taste according to the labels on the bags she had with her. The vampiress smirked thinking that perhaps deciding to venture out during daylight hours today might not have been a bad idea after all. She made her way over to the table letting her alto be just loud enough to be heard.

"My my my, somebody certainly has been busy today. You just come into a hefty inheritance sweetie?"

[Lillian Mironescu]

Lillian glanced up from contemplating her manicure and raised an eyebrow at the woman approaching her out of nowhere. "Hardly, darling." Her accent, thick Romanian, sounded especially out of place among the French voices around them. Squinting into the midday sun, Lil pulled a pair of designer sunglasses out of her bag and placed them over her eyes.

"Shopping is merely a method of relieving stress."

[Valentine Lebeau]

"You don't have to tell me twice sweetie. I assure you I know all about that. I also know that those brands you're carrying don't come cheap. Anyone who enjoys shopping as much as your truly knows those are shops you pay quite the pretty knut for. This seat taken?"

Valentine smirked at the woman coyly. This lady certainly had excellent and expensive tastes, but Valentine had been around for quite a while. This woman must've had a rainy day fund stored up from when she was with the Broomfleet. Though Valentine desperately wished it was a rainy day. The sun was way too intense today and Valentine was less than enthralled by it. She was grateful she had aged enough that clothing could block out the sun's intensity if it was heavy enough. Even still she hated the idea that the sun was out in the sky at that particular moment, or any moment really. Ever since her siring, the sun had become nothing but an annoyance.

[Lillian Mironescu]

Lillian shrugged, gesturing toward the other chair. It wouldn't hurt, anyway, and a cocked brow over the rim of her shades suggested a bit of surprise at the mention of wizard money. Alright, then. Her suspicions were aroused somewhat by the other woman's heavy sun-gear; she was Romanian, after all, and her people had had their fair share of vampire trouble.

"What brings you out into the streets today?" On the surface, she meant "out into the Muggle world," but she was also testing the waters, so to speak. One could never be too cautious.

[Valentine Lebeau]

"Certainly not the sun I can say that. However, someone can only avoid excellent products for so long. Venturing out into the masses of muggles has to be done if I'm going to make myself pretty. The only shops I can get to at night are run by friends and acquaintances. Good stock, but I need a bit more than that. Plus I'm always up for making new friends."

Valentine smirked looking at the witch. Using her telepathic power she could sense the intrigue in the woman. She was curious about something, but Valentine wasn't advanced enough to know what. Maybe the witch could already figure out what she was. Not many others would wear a long sleeved dress in the sunlight. Still, it didn't matter all that much. Young healthy blood was around for her taking, but Valentine would have a much rather have her drink sooner as opposed to later.

[Lillian Mironescu]

Lil's eyebrows only continued to rise as the other woman went on. She was ballsy, Lillian would grant her that. Some might call it foolish. She sipped at her coffee, silent for a moment.

"You're certainly brave," came her reply at last. She wasn't going to join in, wagging her tongue with wizard talk. There was a statute of secrecy to uphold, after all, and the punishment for breaching it was not taken lightly.

[Valentine Lebeau]

"Please. If I thought any of these imbeciles were listening I wouldn't be saying half the words I'm saying. However French muggles are so very easily distracted. Lighting off a Roman Candle is an act of god for them."

Smirking, Valentine leaned back a bit into her chair. She knew these people given that she either drank from or slept with at least half of them. They were not people that thought outside of the moment so thinking about an entirety of magical peoples was far beyond their comprehension. Valentine was very confident even if someone heard her speaking about knuts and muggles they'd have no idea what she was talking about unless they were exposed to the wizarding world themselves.