Cael Gray (thegraychampion) wrote in valesco,
@ 2011-06-01 17:25:00

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Cecilia
Cael scowled as he stared into the bathroom mirror, adjusting the tie of his dress robes before he stepped back to look at himself in the mirror. The blonde haired blue eyed architect cleaned up well – hell, he could almost pass for a member of high society, while in that get up – but he never felt comfortable in this kind of attire. He didn’t like ties, because he felt like they were always too tight around his neck, but he also knew that he was going to get a lot of attention that night, seeing how he was one of the designers who had worked on the building he was standing in.

A new theater that had opened up in downtown London, and invited were the elite members of the wizarding world, attending the first showing of an opera that was to take place on the new stage.

Sighing, he once again pulled at the collar of his shirt, before he turned to exit the bathroom, right back into the bustling crowd who were just starting to head inside to take their seats. He wasn’t ready to sit yet, since he was a little antsy, and felt like he needed a drink before he had to sit through a 3 hour opera, sung in a language he didn’t understand.

Really, he was all about being worldly, but he also liked knowing what the fuck was going on.

He made his way towards the bar, ordering himself a Scotch before he swiped his hand through his hair, and glanced to his side – though he did a double take when he was certain he had seen-

“…Cecilia Hooke?”

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cecilias
2011-06-03 02:39 am UTC (link)

Cecilia nodded and listened to him carefully. She was impressed, it was the truth, it was just peculiar. She had not spoken to many people who made their living as some form of artist, even if it was an artist of building designs.

She crossed the road without a word, not sure yet where they would be going but thankful nonetheless that they were further from the opera than they had been previously. Such a snake pit, all those upper crust society members... she would have been happiest to be rid of them forever, but the night would have to suffice. Cecilia wondered idly if she would ever be back in anyone's favor... it seemed so unlikely at present, but she knew that purebloods had an overdramatic streak. Maybe eventually. At least she hadn't gone off and married a disgusting Muggle like her brother had.

"Oh, I seem like I would like opera?" she asked. She wondered what that meant. Didn't most people like them like the opera? It didn't seem like much of a long-shot. "Well, I enjoy the singing, and Italian is particularly beautiful in my opinion. My boyfriend--ex-boyfriend, I mean--and I went often." Yet another reason why she no longer enjoyed them.

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thegraychampion
2011-06-03 03:09 am UTC (link)

He shrugged his shoulders as she questioned his statement. “You jus’ give off that Opera-lovin’ vibe, I guess.” He smirked at her, and listened to her explain her views on that particular type of theater. He noted the way she corrected her statement from ‘boyfriend’ to ‘ex-boyfriend’ – she hadn’t said it in a way where she wanted to make it known that she was currently single, but in a way that sounded like she still felt despair over how their relationship ended. He didn’t even dare trying to touch that particular subject of conversation, but instead tried to move the on to a different subject.

“Do you speak Italian? Or any other language, for that matter?”

He looked ahead, to see where they were going, trying to decide as they walked where he actually planned on taking her. He thought of what they were near, and how long it would take for them to walk there – the closer the better, since she was wearing heels, and they had to be at least a little uncomfortable, if not painfully so.

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cecilias
2011-06-03 03:34 am UTC (link)

"Not particularly," she answered as they continued to walk down the sidewalk. Not that she was complaining or anything, but she would have liked to reach their destination sooner rather than later and wondered how long she was going to be kept in the dark. Traversing downtown London streets late in the evening in heels and a long dress was not Cecilia's most distinct idea of a fabulous time. For a moment she toyed with the idea of inviting him back to her flat, but quickly dispelled the thought. Such things could easily give a man the wrong idea--an idea that she wanted no man, even an acquaintance, to get when it came to her.

Besides, her house elf had been entirely useless lately. She was certain that the place was nowhere near her guest-entertaining standards.

"I speak a small bit of French, but I learned much of it when I was a child and unfortunately the education was not followed up," she explained, taking one hand to pick up her skirt and ensure it did not drag on the ground. One never knew what kinds of things could have walked there before and she did not want any of it on her clothes. "I also managed to pick up an ounce or two of Italian from overseas trips and these sorts of operas. I imagine you must speak fluent Swedish, though, yes?"

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thegraychampion
2011-06-03 09:05 pm UTC (link)

“I’m most fluent in Swedish, but I’ve picked up a bit of Norwegian and Danish along the way from a few of my friends. Probably should’ve invested some time in learning French or Italian, or even Spanish, but I never really had a need to learn – an interest, sure, but not enough to sit down with a tutor, or stick my nose in a book to teach myself. I’d probably wind up butchering the language that way, so really, I’m doing the world a favor.”

He glanced down a side road, and slowed his pace before he gestured for her to follow him, turning the corner to begin their venture down the road, leading her into a small bar – this time their surroundings were much more sophisticated, with a lounge area for people to go and sit while they waited on their drinks. He turned to her when they stepped inside.

“Figured I’d stick with our general motif…”

He said with a smirk, referencing the question she had before about what was with them and bars.

“Hopefully you find the crowd here better suited to your taste.”

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