Leading by Example (Open)

Jacques listened to Tess' wish of wanting to study on past Hogwarts so that she could become more well rounded. Unlike many Pureblood families of the stations around the Clements, the Clements were, to their own credit, a little more forward thinking that others. They had that luxury, being one of the most powerful families in Europe.

"Well," Jacques replied, noticing Tess' obvious worry at having divulged something so personal to him and offering her a small, and hopefully reassuring smile. "I think that your Papa will listen if you bring this to him. Whilst not overly conventional in our society, times are changing, and I'm sure the Holmes' would not wish to get left behind."

It wasn't a threat, merely an observation of the world. If Elenore chose to go to University when she'd finished with Hogwarts, he was sure Maman and Papa would encourage her ideas, and aid her in every way. However, Jacques had a funny feeling Elenore would never ask, but he decided not to bring that up.

When Tess agreed that her father was always one to move forward, Jacques nodded and gave a small smile. "As long as our elders keep most traditions, I don't see a problem in us... taking a few modern ideas and making them our own." Jacques admitted softly with a small smile. It was, of course, a careful balance. Whilst Jacques did not believe in young ladies completely forgetting the standards set in their society, he did not see that being educated to a high level could ever be 'wrong'.

Jacques followed the younger witch to the till, watching the man behind who looked somewhat bewildered to have both the Clement heir and a Holmes heiress in his shop at the same time. Jacques gave the man a small smile, hoping not to frighten him too much, after all he needed to make his own image in France.

"Oh, you're not keeping me from anything. Can I take you to the orphanage you were going to be taking these? I have my car just around the corner, it wouldn't be a bother. And, at least then I would know you were safely on your way." Jacques asked, but he wouldn't insist, if Tess didn't wish to use his help with her tasks in hand.

The acceptance of his help brought a smile to Jacques lips, which turned to a soft laugh when Tess admitted to being hungry. "Of course, you get something from next door, I'll bring my car around." Jacques insisted, never one to deny anyone the important pieces of survival such as food and sustenance. "Here, let me." Jacques added, taking the shopping bags carefully from Tess' hands and readying himself to leave the shop as Tess finished paying for the toys.

"Merci, monsieur!" Jacques added to the shop keeper, taking note of his name so that a small donation could be made to the shop to ensure it's future in the street. Having the man on side would definitely do well for Jacques' future as well.

Once the two had emerged from the shop, Jacques paused for a moment. "Just two minutes, and I'll be back." He assured the younger witch, before turning left and heading off to get his car. The super car was not the ideal use of transporting toys -- there was minimal storage at the best of time, and even less when the roof was down in the summer heat. Still, Jacques managed to squeeze the toys in to the car, before firing the vehicle up.

It roared in to life as Jacques pulled his sunglasses in to place, and put the seat belt in place. A couple of revs -- who could resist the roar of the engine of a Ferrari? -- and Jacques pulled out of the side street, and down to the shop, waiting for Tess to come out of the shop with her snack so that they could head off to the orphanage together.

Once she was seated, and had put her seat belt on -- Jacques knew his mother would not approve of not ensuring the safety of the Holmes heiress before he moved the 'monstrosity of vehicle' that was the Ferrari -- he took note of the location and smiled across at her. "Ready?" He asked, checking the mirrors before he pulled out, accelerating to get to speed quicker than was probably necessary, but by no means in an unsafe manner. After the speed had settled, Jacques looked across at the younger witch.

"Please, tell me you like the vehicle?" He asked, checking his mirrors as he maneuvered around some of the slower moving vehicles. "Elenore despises it." He said with a small smile playing on his lips. Elenore had always preferred her winged horses...


The Car