Apollonia's visit to France had been planned meticulously, the young witch arranging it so that her portkey to France would be just a day before her birthday so that she could spend her first day as an official adult with no-one looking over her shoulder. It's not that she didn't want to spend her birthday with her family, it was more of an independence thing for her. She knew that seventeen was a milestone in the life of a witch or a wizard but the red-headed woman had not cared and instead she had packed her bags quietly and left the house before her pre-arranged portkey whisked her off.
The Peninsula Paris, a luxury hotel in all of Paris, had not really been Apollonia's choice of a hotel - more like it had been recommended to her by a travel agent who reassured her that the high-quality hotel would suit her needs. She had agreed with little protest. She had arrived at the planned drop off point and before she had even blinked, she had been fairly quickly rushed through the check-in and then ushered to her room, her bags already waiting for her.
Following a hearty lunch, Apollonia left the hotel to go in search of the shopping district, following the slightly vague directions the woman at the check-in counter had given her. Not that it was hard to find. The signs dotted about helped Apollonia find her way to the shopping district, already making plans on buying a few outfits for her big night tomorrow.
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