Treat Yourself (Violetta & Nero)

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As Violetta stepped into the bustling streets of France, after dusting off the soot from the fireplace she'd stepped out of, she noticed that the energy in France was different than anything she'd ever experience. It wasn't the high adrenalin of New York or the liberating fire of San Francisco, not the gentle rush of what characteristic Hong Kong, but instead it was the kind of energy that one received all on their own. It personified the feeling of a new experience. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and hummed a sweet muggle tune she'd heard in her youth.

She was here because Killian, Lyndhom, and Pritchard had all but forced her to take this vacation. Not that she could really object considering they had literally figured it all out for her already. From talking to her boss at the Magizoo (she worked two jobs, on different days, one on a Reserve with rare animals as an apprentice to complete her very last steps before she could register as a Magizoologist in the Ministry, and the second at pureblood's home wherein she acted like a Reserve by collecting and preserving the healths and habitats of animals on the brink of extinction) and her mentor to paying for the hotels, changing money from their own banks for her sake, sending her bags early, and creating agendas for her. Granted she was only to be here for four days, she intended to make the most of those four days!

As she slipped in between the shadows of a darkened building, she tucked her wand casually into the stocking of her left inner thigh, hidden by her black pencil skirt to go with her black blazer over her salmon blouse with various accessories adorning her body. Since Thaddeus' passing, she'd been a bit of a slump. She felt guilty at the thought of looking for love or anything really - however, three months ago she did stop wearing her wedding ring. Now it was tucked into her jewelry box at home out of fond memory. She glanced down at the agenda - she had three hours before check-in at her five star hotel, so until then what to do -

The grumbling of her stomach told her exactly what she needed to do.

Giggling at her own ignorance of her primary bodily function, she immediately begun looking for a place to eat. A tucked away cafe that had people floating in and out of it seemed like a fair enough place to begin her journey, and with a bright smile, and her ivory purse carefully tucked under her left shoulder she walked towards and into the cafe with her two-inch heels clicking behind her. As she arrived, she was assaulted by the aromas of breads and sweet drinks. Smiling she approached the counter and ordered a hazelnut coffee, a bagel, and a chocolate Danish for good measure.

Seating herself calmly, she fell into a daze of contentedness as she sipped her coffee slowly and pleasurably.

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The launch of Nero's latest contraption was working it's way around the world. A gizmo for the Muggle world this year, but (secretly) compatible with the magical world too. The home unit that monitors... everything. Temperature, identifying those in the home, whether children were safe, alarms for anything you could think of within the house, checking for hazards that normal alarms couldn't. It was an over priced, highly functional piece of equipment to increase safety in the home for those too stupid to realise it was an excessive piece of equipment you didn't really need.

But, that was how Nero had become rich over the years, making people believe they needed every item he could come up with, because the marketing was second to none.

France had been the port of call that day, and after a very well staged, hypersexualised (how were you supposed to get the fat old men who invested to invest if you didn't put a young woman in their lap?) show of the product, Nero had the afternoon to relax before he did the same again tomorrow, Italy was his next point of call.

His first place, though, was a cafe, of any description, to quench his thirst, and hunger. So, slipping in to the first cafe he could find, Nero ordered a strong, black coffee, and the classic croissant. France was the only place in the world Nero would buy croissants, simply because no other place ever got it to become so buttery, so mouthwatering. With a tray in hand, Nero took in the bustling cafe seats, to find none left, and only one table with space for one more.

A young woman was sat in said space, and Nero being Nero, he casually walked over to the witch. "Pardon." He spoke with a forced French accent, but it was quite obvious he was English. But, he knew a few words. "Do you mind if I..." Nero motioned to the seat opposite the woman, gave but a second in way of giving her time to think, before sitting down opposite her. He'd asked, at least, and most people believed the French to be rude anyway, so he could get away with giving them a piece of their own medicine.

Nero's eyes averted to the street - it was, in truth, much too early in the day to be trying to pick a lady up, the setting was not quite to his taste, so he allowed a small silence to fill the space between them, ripping off part of the croissant and eating it carefully. The streets were filled with the unusual kind of people, so it wasn't difficult for Nero to keep his focus outside.

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Violetta wasn’t one for decadent foods.

Although, she’d never really eaten unhealthily considering her father (step-father was the technical truth) had a bank account that was more than enough to guarantee she’d never eat something processed. And now she had a very sufficient account of her own since she married Thad, which was nice even if she did feel guilty using it. So she had most of his money put into a savings account for the future - like an emergency account. Her own money from her father and mother was her main way of functioning financially, it suited her better this way.

That being said, her first sip of the coffee put her into a daze of euphoria.

She felt overwhelmed with the sweet taste, in the best of ways. She felt as if she could tackle anything with the sweet caffeine filling her senses. She took a bite from her chocolate Danish just to see how it would assault her senses - it was equal parts dough and chocolate, which is just how she preferred it. She spread cream cheese over her bagel, grinning as she did so. Being alone was nice. After Thad had passed away, she moved into her parents place trying just to gain her bearings. She was then pampered and flattered as though she were a child. At her jobs she had a less hefty schedule than the other apprentices or the other workers, which irritated the hell out of her, but she dealt with it knowing that’s how her peers wanted to help with the healing process. It was quaint that they were so considerate of her current state of being.

As she finished her Danish, she felt disappointed that her appetite had dissipated enough that she couldn’t finish her bagel. Her appetite tended to fluctuate, so somedays she’d eat seconds but other days she’d only have a bite or two of something like this bagel. It spurned a lot of inappropriate talk about her having a baby. Her mother talked about how if Lettie had a baby, she’d have to eat better: it scared Lettie to think that’s how her mother saw children, but she cast that aside in order to stay amicable with her family so she wouldn’t end up estranged. Her father totally agreed with her mother which was a problem. It didn’t affect them so much that she’d just lost her husband, instead they were willing to set another match.

Just thinking of that problem in life, soured her enough, how could -

Violetta glanced up in surprise at the voice, she bit her lower lip as her eyes scanned over the man standing in front of her. He was attractive that was for sure, and he exuded a different kind of air than she was used to and she very much appreciated that. She smiled at his attempts to speak to her with the French accent.

“I’m from England,” she said as soon as he sat, she didn’t mind: she was sitting alone anyway. “So no need to worry about translation there,” she lifted her hand up to him, “Violette Gre-Gre-a-Asturias,” she stumbled over the last part, flushing a bit. “And you are?”

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OOC: Sorry for the late reply!!!!

Nero had just about made himself comfortable when the witch across from him explained that she was English. Small world, really. But it was welcome knowledge for Nero, because he wasn't particularly fond of the French, truth be told. "That's good news then!" Nero replied to the information she'd supplied, a smile playing on his features in that moment to show that he meant those words completely. "French was never my strong suit in school." He added conversationally, though that was mostly because Hogwarts didn't actually teach French.

Or anything remotely useful in the Muggle world.

Thankfully, though, Nero had had an interest in the Muggle world for a very long time before Hogwarts, even if he was from a Pureblood family. Unorthodox was definitely a word that described Nero aptly in these circumstances.

As the witch offered him her hand, Nero took it and placed a small kiss on her knuckles. He may not like the French, but he couldn't deny they had some very good tactics when it came to wooing the women. "Well, Miss-" Nero subtly checked her left hand for a ring and found it bare - "Greasturias, it's very nice to meet you." Nero replied, meaning those words quite sincerely even though he'd only just become acquainted with her.

"I'm Nero Whitehorn, at your service, should you require it." He responded, not caring that his name was big, well known and heavily influential in both the Muggle and Magical world in the inventing industry. Why have fame and fortune if you could not throw them in front of yourself to make life all the more interesting?

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