It was
freezing.She was in the English capital to meet Albert Montpelier. Albert was a short little man, grey hair, bright eyes and he wore the most outrageous clothes that wouldn't look out of place on a golf course. He was flamboyant and lovely and he had a shop near the edge of London and she'd paid him a visit. Ruari had had a long chat to Albert, the pair swapping design ideas and drinking tea and somehow, the meeting had ended up with her receiving an invite to Paris.
The eccentric older gentleman had an up and coming fashion show for wizarding France and she was offered a front row seat. Needless to say, her answer was a resounding yes.
Exiting the little shop, she was wearing a grin from ear to ear. Ruari had a black notebook of sketches and swatches tucked carefully underneath her arm as her long blonde hair kicked up as she strode down the street, her
heels echoing as she went. London was cold that afternoon. As she walked, there was a distinct festive scent in the air. Halloween was later that month and as she walked, various coffee shops were decked out in orange and black bunting. Something smelt like pumpkin.
London was still relatively unknown to her. She knew where Aeric's bar was and she knew where St. Mungo's was and before she knew it, familiar architecture swan into view. Oh. It was ridiculous. Her body seemed to
only know the way to St. Mungo's and she sort of knew why. The last she heard, Dante went back to Naples, perhaps he was settling down and she was happy. Sort of.
The other, much bigger reason was her ex-boyfriend. They were friends…kind of. They saw each other infrequently and she hadn't seen him in quite a while. But they weren't the same. It was upsetting to know that she'd been fine until his reappearance in her life but then again, it was a blessing in disguise.
Ruari stopped suddenly, pulling up to her halt and forcing her feet to stop from moving forward as she chewed on a deeply pink lower lip. Silly. She was being so silly. Shaking herself, she took a step backwards and turned, trying to find a quiet spot to apparate back home to Dublin. The tall girl brushed a stray lock of her hair back behind her left ear as she took another left to find a quaint street and she felt suddenly thirsty.
The Stag & Hen. Strange.
Regardless, Ruari ducked in and was pleasantly surprised by the pub. It was cozy and something smelt delicious as she closed the door behind her, goose bumps rising on the skin of her forearms as she looked around. "Hi," she said with a grin as she took a seat at the bar, settling herself down and placing her book next to her. "Could I have a glass of white wine, please?" She asked brightly, pausing when asked if she'd like a large one. Why not? She was celebrating.
Digging around in her satchel, she grabbed her purse and extracted the money she owed before taking a small sip and looking around, only to have her eyes fall on someone she knew. "Leifr?" Ruari asked, turning in her stool as a smile lit up her face. Of
course this place sounded familiar! Dash must have mentioned it in conversation.
Whenever Dash had a friend over, Leifr included, Ruari usually ducked out somewhere. She felt as though she was interrupting somehow. Swiftly, she got to her feet and waved. "Hi!" She gushed, eyes sparkling. "How are you?" She asked interested, unaware that more people were trickling in behind her.
