A New Life

[Octavia Pourroulis]

Octavia had been reflecting on where she wanted to go now that she had chosen her career path, in some way. It was a starting point and she really wanted to travel the world but she knew her parents weren't too keen on her travelling by herself. They were really overprotective sometimes. Octavia doodled in her notebook, waiting to pick up her sister from school. Artemis was still young, she still had a year until she would go to Hogwarts in New Zealand and follow in Hera's footsteps. Octavia briefly wondered if Thalia and Marina also wanted to go there instead of Beauxbatons. It was already planned that the oldest would go to New Zealand with Artemis next year and rent a house or even buy one so that Octavia could act as her sisters' guardian while her parents stayed and worked in France.

That night, when Artemis and the youngest two were finally asleep, she got ready and locked the front door with the key - since she lived in a muggle neighbourhood, she didn't want anyone to see her using her wand. Of course, the next magical house wasn't too far from hers, but Octavia wasn't about to risk anything. Her parents were soon going to be home though so the girl didn't need to worry too much about her sisters waking up or needing something. She also knew Artemis was an intelligent girl. She entered a pub she'd recently been attracted to, it was a good place to go to when she needed to relax a little. People didn't bother her and the music here was amazing. "Bonjour" she greeted the bartender she was used to seeing. "One glass of champagne if you have, s'il vous plait," she smiled and thanked the guy as she took a seat on a stool. Octavia had promised not to get drunk today, but she didn't have any problem with it as she hardly drank to get drunk. Tonight was a solo celebration, well-deserved, of her finishing school. She would rather go to a bar than eat at a restaurant by herself.
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[Keanu Corvus]

Every year since he was eleven years old, Keanu had returned to his home town in France, where his father now soley owned their family business. Alex Corvus lived and breathed Le Trois Dragons, the pub that Alex and Libby had purchased a few months before Keanu was born, he called his home. He'd not seen his mum for a few years now that she had a new family in America, and while the man still hated to think of what she'd done to the family, he was glad that she was now happy. The same however couldn't have been said for his younger sisters. Ferrah would barely speak to anyone unless it about food, and Belladonna was so blunt and direct with her aggression it was making her brother nervous. Keanu had just had her slam her door in his face, and he was left standing out on the landing, thinking it best to leave the Slytherin alone while she was in this mood. She'd been angry ever since their mother walked out on them, but at least Keanu knew he had to pick his moments.

He sighed, passing by their rooms and making his way downstairs, that opened up into a large area where customers were served food and drink. His father would be around here somewhere, but that's not what he was looking for. For the first time he was finally old enough to legally drink at the pub, and ordering himself a drink he searched for somewhere to take a seat and take his mind off the drama happening upstairs. Spotting a girl sitting alone, Keanu decided to approach her. The former Gryffindor wasn't exactly the most outgoing of people, but he wasn't opposed to casual conversation. It was easy to strike up a chat too. Year after year he'd worked here over the summers, and his parents had taught him it was good to interact with their customers. "Bonjour." He said, unsure whether she spoke French or whether English would be preferable. "I haven't seen you in here before, are you new to the area?" he asked her in French as he took a sip of his drink, curious to know if she'd been here before.

 

[Octavia Pourroulis]

Octavia had never minded a night to herself, and she didn't really care if others judged her for it, because who went out by themselves. She didn't do it often, but when she did she enjoyed her alone time, it gave her a chance to think and get her ideas clear. And she never had it in her to drink too much. She wasn't stupid enough to do so, when she was alone. Her thoughts were interrupted when a voice spoke next to her. Upon realising the voice was speaking to her, Octavia glanced at the boy and sent him a small smile. "Salut." At his question, she shook her head. "No, I just don't come to this pub very often. I've only been here a few times," she responded in French as well, not minding the small talk at all. "It's a good place," she added, meaning it, before she took another small sip of her drink. ​