Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 17:01:58 GMT -5
Jon was in the highest of spirits on the day.
The weather was pleasant- the sun shone nicely in the azure sky, as the occasionall shadow dropped the heat a bit. Flowers bloomed on the boulevard, their petals falling off and flying in the gentle breeze along the shiny cobblestones. Shops attracted customers like honey attracts flies, and cafes were alive with the joyful hustle-bustle of waiters and cooks. Ah, Paris!
John had indeed decided to take his new (hopefully) fiancee out into the muggle world- away from Cici and other nasty gossipers, so they could have some fun away from it all. Since he new that she had seen the centre of Paris, he took her out into the older part of town- the narrow streets filled with bright colours and delicious smells.
A couple people already knew him there- there was the baker, the muggle street boys, the fat lady in the window- they all waved to him and greeted him in French, and it somehow reminded him of the movie 'Beauty and the Beast."
He was dressed in an elegant green coat, complete with silver buttons and the family crest embroidered on the sleeves in pure silver thread. He was walking with his famous walking 'pimp' stick- the one with the dragon's head.
They had locked arms, and in the other hand she carried the humongous bouquet of red roses that he had given her when they met that morning. He tried not to look at her face- but he thought she was smiling. And he was too.
It is rare that you get to walk down the streets with a girl both stunningly beautiful and wonderfully kind.
The weather was pleasant- the sun shone nicely in the azure sky, as the occasionall shadow dropped the heat a bit. Flowers bloomed on the boulevard, their petals falling off and flying in the gentle breeze along the shiny cobblestones. Shops attracted customers like honey attracts flies, and cafes were alive with the joyful hustle-bustle of waiters and cooks. Ah, Paris!
John had indeed decided to take his new (hopefully) fiancee out into the muggle world- away from Cici and other nasty gossipers, so they could have some fun away from it all. Since he new that she had seen the centre of Paris, he took her out into the older part of town- the narrow streets filled with bright colours and delicious smells.
A couple people already knew him there- there was the baker, the muggle street boys, the fat lady in the window- they all waved to him and greeted him in French, and it somehow reminded him of the movie 'Beauty and the Beast."
He was dressed in an elegant green coat, complete with silver buttons and the family crest embroidered on the sleeves in pure silver thread. He was walking with his famous walking 'pimp' stick- the one with the dragon's head.
They had locked arms, and in the other hand she carried the humongous bouquet of red roses that he had given her when they met that morning. He tried not to look at her face- but he thought she was smiling. And he was too.
It is rare that you get to walk down the streets with a girl both stunningly beautiful and wonderfully kind.