She'd been parting the crowd all night. Therese had decided that she was going to ignore all things French and pay a bit more attention to her mother's side of the family, and had donned a costume to make any Irish woman even greener with envy. Cliodna, the first suspected animagus, was not only a brilliant witch, but in the Celtic culture, also the goddess of beauty. Wizards believed she could turn into a sea bird, while muggles said she took form of the waves crashing against the beach.
Therese's gown was appropriate for the medieval ages, the top half being white that slowly morphed into a sea green, the hem of the dress curling like the waves of the ocean, its color changing with each step. Her hair was curled, with streaks of thin black and white feathers mingled in between. She felt as powerful as the ancient witch and was glad for the feeling; it had been a pathetic past few weeks for the witch. Therese turned towards the voice, the bird that she had conjured to float about landed prettily on her shoulder after being scared away by Rupert's arrow.
She'd dismissed the man from his therapy sessions to avoid getting fired for her misconduct, but from the latest news of a tussle with Dimitrov (whom Rupert was currently attacking with arrows), Therese felt her instincts take alarm.
"Do you really think that's the brightest of ideas?" she said, her eyebrows rising. Her make up was light and delicate, focusing on colors that would make her eyes seem even brighter than usual.
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