#thread; Estelle

[lord-eath]

Lorcan being home was something he needed to happen. Tour was over for now, the band needed some time to just relax after being on the road for a year. It was nice to be back around his father and family after all. Plus it gave time for Roisin to be around her family and not just on the road.

He stopped by the sweets shop, taking his time to make a decision. He heard someone and smiled at the woman who approached him. "True, but I'm trying to find the perfect sweet for someone. What would you recommend for impressing someone?"

who: open to all where: Sugarplum’s Sweets Shop

Life over the last few weeks had been hectic and work had taken up much of her time, leaving very little to be used to stroll. Despite that, occasionally, Estelle would manage to free up and afternoon and of course, should her brother or her friends ever need her, she would be there for them. Her twin more than most had the position to call upon her presence at any given time of day.

That was how she found herself in Diagon Alley that day, staring at the window of the sweets shop. The witch had owled ahead, requesting a batch of authentic and fresh maracons and éclairs to be added to the mix. All she had to do was wait. What better things to do than browse the little store while her order was being packaged up along with a few pasties.

Estelle had been waiting for a few minutes when her eyes began to drift around the store, landing on someone who seemed to struggle making their decision at a shelf of freshly baked goods. "They're not going to pick themselves you know?" The witch took a few steps. A part of her couldn't help but wonder the cause for such a delay. Another part of her was simply bored waiting for her order.

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Currently watching S2E8: Vacation -- Sophia is *so precious* with the Japanese gardener ;-; she's so happy to spend time with him! it melts my heart!

[fcrox]

who: open to all where: ministry of magic event: ministry spring gala 1979

Events such as this one were ever a reminder of the many other events and parties the young witch had attended all throughout her life, always playing along with a smile. Generally, Estelle didn’t matter the crowds, the buzzing of things and of course the chatter. People were so utterly distracted and happy to chitter chatter away at it without a second thought. Perhaps that was where her lack of reluctance to attend came from? The blonde scanned the crowd in front of her, eyes roaming politely before she spotted the bar. Only just having arrived it wouldn’t suit to make her way there, yet she could tell from the small crowd near it, the increased density that it certainly was a popular place. An event such as this, who could she blame?

The witch took a few steps, greeting people here and there as she usually would. One could mistake her for a social butterfly. And perhaps, to a degree she was. Estelle herself would not have chosen those words yet her face lit up with a smile each time she came across a familiar face. It was hard to tell if mask or simple truth; only she herself would let that be know. A closely guarded secret. And then she spotted someone of actual interest. “Look at you! Like a flower fresh into blooming, hm?” A compliment usually went a long way, whether the truth or not. Estelle would always try her best to play nice; play only.

[askrossiel]

//Rossiel's like, "I have an audience ageless enough to withstand the length of even the abridgement of Elven lays, and by Eru, I'm going to make full use of this fact"

[r-lestrcnge]

Starter for: Estelle Delacour @fcrox Where: Rosa Lee Teabag When: late afternoon

Rabastan had been surprised to receive a note from Estelle. Having been recovered for a while, he had not expected to hear from anyone else wishing him well. But despite the timing, he thought it natural that she reacted with polite courtesy upon hearing of his accident. The witch's manners were nothing but immaculate. So he had thanked her and invited her to join him for tea. Though he would have done so nonetheless, he also had another motive in mind; a goblin treasure, taken from a cache retrieved on one of his excursions for Gringotts. Knowing Estelle's expertise with languages, he wanted to show it to her and to hear the translation of the text that marked its surface. He could hardly ask the goblins for this favour, considering he had concealed it from them. There had to be some perks to the job, aside from the thrill of imminent danger and the reward of towers of gold. Rabastan knew a precious item when he saw one; much like he knew an unusual witch, when one crossed his path. Estelle was proving herself as such, the more their acquaintance grew.

After they settled into a private corner, replete with tea and other refreshments, he took a moment to study her, then lightly smiled. "It's good of you to join me, Estelle. Now, I have a confession: I would like your help with something."

His eyes lingered on her a moment longer, before lowering to his cup, into which he heaped several lumps of sugar. The woman was striking. Unlike most other attractive witches, this fact did not seem to become normalised. It occurred to him every time they met, pervading his thoughts with subtle, unavoidable recognition.

[rxxlestrange]

Starter for: @veelavie At: Gringotts Wizarding Bank

It had been a long afternoon. The last thing Rabastan wanted was to be surrounded by Ministry officials, particularly at this point after the war. But here he was, stuck in a room for several hours while they discussed an initiative to restrict dark objects. It was a spectacularly boring subject. He found no value in it. It was nothing more than a grand idea to reassure people that dark magic would not be tolerated, and he could not see a day where people accepted their treasures being de-cursed against their will. But he sat with a tight-lipped smile that expressed polite support, and agreed to assist howsoever the Ministry saw fit. For all the good it would do them.

The only tolerable feature was the presence of Estelle, who had been quietly translating throughout. Rabastan had thought her unusually attractive at the beginning of the meeting. By the end, he'd decided she was truly striking. It was certainly more interesting to watch her than it was to listen to the drivelling old wizards in suits. So his eyes lingered on her intermittently, with steely glances that exuded masculine arrogance. He did not need a woman's permission to look.

As the day finally concluded, he learned from a colleague that the witch was named 'Rosier'. Realising he already knew her, Rabastan could have laughed. But mostly, he wondered when Evan's sister had turned into this siren. He held back as they left, catching her in the foyer.

"Estelle, isn't it? How is your brother? I've been meaning to visit him."

[oculiaperticlausi]

closed — @tcintedsvcrets

Asher leans against wall inside of her place. Rumors hit him the second he landed. Estelle Bordeaux. He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket as she opens the front door, his eyes focusing on her. "Estelle."

[pyrrhvcs]

Who: @pearlthicf

When: April 16, 2023

Where: Department store at the dresses section

Mariana's heart beats fast as she looks around the bridal wear, unsure of where to start. She has dreamed of her wedding day since the day Demir proposed to her, but now that it's actually happening, she feels overwhelmed. She turns to the person closest to her, and asks, "Will you help me find a wedding dress? I don't know where to start." Her hands were busy moving through the racks of dresses, examining each one with care. Each one of the dresses looks pretty, but will it look good on her? She's unsure. That's why she wants a second opinion.

[gcldcnhour]

@dcgtown estelle & scout fake dating

apparently the best way to break the 'mean hermit' rumors was to actually date. something estelle didn't have time for. she had two new lines debuting, collaborations, styling with some celebrities for upcoming awards. who had time to date in this economy? but the rumors kept swirling and it could potentially hurt her sales and her line so...the best option was chosen. fake dating. it would be free publicity for her brand and designs, lead to connections, and people might actually see her as a full human. and the person for the job? scout acosta. apparently she needed a brand reshaping too for the public to latch onto. now they're seated in the same suv at some random movie premiere (the perfect debut as a couple apparently), and estelle feels the nerves hit her. "listen," she sighs, "thanks for agreeing to this...arrangement." she turns to scout and gives a half-grin. "and honestly, i outdid myself on your fit tonight, so you're welcome."

[fcrox]

The french witch never let her smile falter, nodding along as she once again cast her eyes to analyze the wedding all around them. "I have no doubt, but somehow something tells me there was a lot of input from either of the parties. A bit much, like I said." Estelle admired Agatha for her craft, but even someone as talented as her surely would have moments when the client's opinion outweighed the sense of a wedding in its entirety. "You do seem like it, both of you. Nothing wrong with it. Though I will allow myself to send flowers over the next few days. It's the least I can do."

Flowers that could either be put on display or simply kept in a quiet corner. Whatever the other witch would decide, it would surely be just fine. "Anyway, regarding that question. I believe some people have something to prove, others simply wish to share it with the world. To each their own, I suppose." Estelle had noticed a few faces she wished to greet, turning to Alecto to offer her goodbye but equally an invitation. "If you don't mind I would love to have you over for tea. My place. Nothing shared with them. Let me know if there is ever a moment." - @alectocarrowx

Estelle Delacour, a witch that she had witnessed prove that she was for the cause many times, despite what her traitorous brother called a fiancée. Alecto reminded herself two separate the two and settled on allowing the witch in front of her prove her worth.

"I think we both know who put together this wedding," a faint smile painted on her lips, taking a sip of the disguised orange juice that Emmeline gave her. "Thank you. It suited us well. We are very private people. I do not understand the need to hold extravagant like this."

[psychcdelica]

@convxction wants to go fishing! "Ready to fish, Estelle? As promised, you earned this. But let me tell you that I am not that great fisher so you gotta teach me the robes, okay?"

"This is gonna be soo much fun! It's just too bad we couldn't bring Dogi with us for a bit of fishing!" Maybe next time, they'll have plenty of chances to do so later. "Don't you worry, I'll give you a hand." She takes her time showing Chrom how to put the bait on the rod when she's sure he's baited his fishing rod - she casts her own out a decent distance from the duo.

"And now we wait!"

[serabellyms]

[fcrox]

who: @thelionshrt where: malfoy wedding, royal botanic garden when: after the ceremony

The ceremony had been beautiful. Honestly, it was everything she had ever envisioned an event like this could have been. Every now and then throughout the whole thing she'd glanced toward Regulus, curious to see his reaction yet been unable to make out much. If there was one thing that could be said, it was that the guest list was length and the witch not seated too far in the front to make out much beyond what was important. Still, it had been stunning.

Before long the event had ended, moving on into the reception afterwards. Perhaps the better part of the two, simply because it was a most wonderful mix of celebration and well wishes. At some point her attention had drifted, instead focusing on finding Regulus. His involvement in the wedding party had, at times, put them at entirely different ends of the ceremony and celebration. Now that it was time to mingle things seemed easier, and before long the witch had spotted him.

"It was a rather beautiful ceremony, wasn't it?" Estelle turned toward the other once she'd caught. "Apart from that person behind me. It was a bit distracting to have someone humming the whole time. Ruined the musical arrangement. Who hums at a wedding!"

[fcrox]

The last thing the brunette expected after a long and eventful day at work was to have Mary MacDonald approach in a clearly more than inebriated state to discuss the prowess a hippogriff in comparison to whatever odd creature it was she felt the need to pit against the rather majestic creature.

"What in Merlin's name is a King Kong?" Estelle scanned the other, eyes ready to roll in frustration as the silliness of the whole situation. "I doubt that this creature you speak of would remotely stand a chance against a hippogriff." Odd muggle contraptions seemed to take up more and more space, even in the heads of those around her. "Was there a need for this mess?" Her eyes scanned the witch in front of her, questioning her ability to think rational thoughts. "Nothing much has changed there, I suppose." - @stvrdsts

who: mary & open where: the three broomsticks

it wasn't often that mary was in a good enough mood to drink ; but after a short visit to her brother, her spirits were high and so was the alcohol content in her body, which meant she was currently situated at the bar, with a wobbly smile on her lips. "Do you think..." mary started, turning her attention to the person next to her, words definitely slurred. "A hippogriff could win in a fight against King Kong? ... assuming you know about King Kong, of course."

[oculiaperticlausi]

outside coffee shop — @tcintedsvcrets

Adaline chews on her lower lip as she looks down at the news articles. She's been reading them back to figure out if any of those dates match up with any of the times she caved in and invited Viktor over. She opens the door and shifts, accidentally brushing against someone else unsure if they were moving in and out. "Oh sorry," her eyes lift up to see Jack standing in front of her. "Oh, hi Jack."

[fcrox]

who: @thelionshrt where: Grimmauld Place when: Early Afternoon

Grimmauld Place always held a mixture of familiarity mixed with its at times cold-appearing interior. The exterior held the same design as most houses around, yet there was a certain fondness for it simply because of the people found behind its doors. Well, that was one person. There was only polite respect for the other Blacks. Her loyalty was with their son, Regulus and thus far nothing had managed to change that. For the longest of time, he’d been a companion in her life. Before her life had been taken over by ministry duties, this had been a large part of it. It had been a while since she’d last set foot within the house and somehow promptly ended up in the living room with a cup of tea in her hand.

That, of course, was nothing unusual. In fact, Estelle rather enjoyed the tea served at Grimmauld Place. “Your mother insisted I have a cup. She left a while ago.” Beyond that, she always took the offer of tea simply out of politeness. She had done well for herself, learning how to act accordingly. “It is rather nice, mind you. Come sit! Catch up with me. It’s been too long, and I hardly get out of the ministry these days.” If all would be going according to plan, perhaps she’d have a shot at becoming a personal assistant to the minister of magic after all. She did miss her friend, but there was only so much she could do in between all those little tasks.