Azalea Murray
Head of Slytherin
Posts : 664
Birthday : 1993-08-13
Join date : 2018-01-11
Location : Hogwarts or Surrey mostly
Job/hobbies : Deputy Headmistress at Hogwarts
 | | Subject: Re: To heal the wounds, from lovers past (JacZalea) Tue Feb 14, 2023 4:32 pm | |
| Her discomfort must have shown on some level. Or perhaps Jacques just knew her far to well by now. No matter the reason, his tone turned apologetic, as if he had been reprimanded somehow. Knowing how hard the French Heir was on himself at times, Azalea simply shook her head. "Don't be silly, of course you didn't do anything wrong," she assured him, reaching across the table for his hand and giving it a slight reassuring squeeze. "I was just taken a little off guard because I left a pile of papers in my desk to grade after dinner..." At his comment of not looking in her bag, she finally let out a soft laugh.
"Thank heavens, or you'd know how badly Jake packs. As much as I adore him, the man is not skilled the art of color coordination."
Now that she had taken a few moments to turn the loan over in her head, it made sense. the urgency with which everything had been arranged was a necessity. Most likely to keep Joshua from figuring out they were on to him somehow.
His vague response to Kiranjeet knowing sent another warning flare her way. Not that she had tried but anytime the Quidditch Player had come up this evening, Jacques' response had been short and vague. Azalea found herself wishing there was something she could do to help.
Instead of dwelling on that however, Azalea listened to more information about the supposed expert whom they would meet. So he was expecting something, just not the future of the French Throne and a random school teacher. For his sake, she hoped the man was good with surprises.
"And hour and a half," she nodded. "And we have to get there fifteen minutes before take off. You're flying, I'm assuming?"His comment earlier about borrowing something from the air force to fly now made sense. Despite the potential danger they might be heading towards, a smile graced her lips. As much as Jacques Clement enjoyed flying, she enjoyed watching him do it far more. "I'm guessing Jake must have also packed a spare vial of my sleeping potion then."
Picking up her fork, Azalea took a bite of her appetizer before mounting for it to be cleared away. The duo spoke of more mundane things throughout the main course and all but hurried their way through dessert, leaving the restaurant hand in hand to return to his car, the Frenchman politely supporting her through her heels.
Neither of them noticed the subtle click of a phone camera from around the corner as Jacques helped Azalea into the car, then got in himself. More pictures of the car clicked away beyond their comprehension as the vehicle sped off towards the nearest runway where a plane was waiting to take them to some remote destination in South East Asia. ________________________________________________ | |
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