Dancing breath on Paris streets.

[Caedwyn Wilkes]

Caedwyn walked down the beautiful streets of Paris. She was just heading towards the Operahouse for final rehearsal before tonights show. As she walked there, she thought of the atmosphere of an old stage like the one at the opera. How wonderful it felt to stand the grounds of the great people before her. She felt like it's something destined to be and was excited for the afternoon.

It was cold and crisp in the january air, she had of course forgotten or rather left her gloves on the studio a few blocks away. She blew some heat onto her freezing fingers and burried them in her pockets. She was in the non-wizard world now and shouldn't use magic in the public even if she wanted. One little fire under the skin spell should do it, she smiled for herself. That would actually hurt quite a bit.

Caedwyn felt some kind of emptiness inside of her. She should have lunch now she guessed. She didn't carry a clock and the cellphone was dead. It should be around ten or eleven she figured. Lunch never seemed to appeal to her these days at least not in stressful times. She were planning on grabbing a chai latte at the café right behind the operahouse. She knew they had the very best of hot drinks in all of Paris, and one of the greatest café waitresses whom always put some extra effort and time in being polite, as one should.

She'd spent vacations on the west side of the country before. All summers as she could remember, therefore she knew the language at the most basic communication.

 

[Samuel Phillips]

On a day to day basis, Samuel spent his time locked indoors working on his art or wasting time playing video games with Jonathon. But conversely today the artist reluctantly ventured outside for some fresh air, this new notion brought on my common sense. There was a limit to how long Samuel's body could tolerate paint fumes before he got sick, meaning every now and then he had to force himself into daylight to prevent going insane. At least that's how he viewed it, he was probably over dramatizing it. He usually only left his apartment to drink and end up spending the night with one of his lady friends, but that was in the cover of darkness, not in broad daylight. It was bitter out, though Samuel's thick coat kept him from using magic to keep warm. But somehow the nineteen year old found comfort in walking alone on a chilly Paris day. It gave him the chance to immerse himself in his own thoughts without feeling guilty about it; anybody who knew him well enough had to put up with his habitual zoning out, but at the times when he was alone was where he felt even an inch at peace. The part-veela strolled along familiar cobble stone streets, his destination a local cafe he regularly visited with James during the school holidays. He didn't live in the wizarding world, but this was the closest cafe to his apartment and obviously his first stop for a hit of caffeine at any hour of the day.

Samuel would have continued onwards to the cafe, however something else captured his attention as he turned a corner. A girl standing alone near the opera house. He couldn't tell until he strolled closer to her, but she was really pretty, that was all the prodding Samuel needed to start up a conversation with her. "es-tu perdu?" Samuel queried the girl after approaching her. His tone was kind, and maybe a little concerned, the girl would probably notice this assuming she spoke French, if she spoke english he had another language to fall back on anyway. Samuel was radiating the fake confidence he was forced into after moving to France, now it was just second nature for him to act this way. But as usual Samuel may have come across as too confident, possibly arrogant regardless of his tone, but the girl's reaction would be the judge of this, all Samuel had to do was wait for it. ​

 

[Caedwyn Wilkes]

She had disappeared in mind, dreaming about how it would be well in the building. How it would look backstage. She thought about the feelings she have had in other theatres and thought that this time it would be so different. This Operahouse was so old. She thought about how it was back in the 19th and 18th century, how it was back then when the opera was new. Wondered what this city was like centuries ago. Who lived here? What did they do for a living? Of course the French revolution, she’d seen Les miserables a couplee of times. She was so eager to get into the house of opera that she felt a tingling kind of nervousness within her. She imagined herself in the light on stage. This was so unreal, she couldn't believe it.

She somehow started thinking and remembering the times on the French countryside. She remembered the summers with joy, the shore, the yellow house, the garden, the couple neighbors who always felt like her grandparents. So caring.

As she stood there a young man walked up to her. She turned her head towards him and directly saw that there was something she recognized with him. She was still feeling cold and had her hands in her pockets, she pulled back a strand of hair from her face as he spoke to her. He was so handsome. She looked at him, liked his concern. ''Perdue? Non, pas du tout." she said. "Je danse ici. Oú, ce soir.'' She smiled and was searching his face for clues. Her mind was rumbling, were on earth had she seen him before? Then she remembered where she've seen him before and did big eyes, as her eyes did when she came thinking of something obvious.