Style is Eternal.

[Victoria Chase]

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<COLOR color="#000"> France was treating Victoria Alice Chase very well. The one week vacation that Victoria had indulged herself into was proving itself better than Victoria expected it to be. She had been pondering and thinking what things she could do in France, until she finally told her mother that France would cheer her up to the bone. Tonight was also a special night for the eight year old, because a fashion show was waiting for her. Victoria grinned whilst she slowly sat herself down near the pool of the vacation house that Isabela set up for both of them. Victoria Indian sat properly and dropped her head on her hand, which was supported by her elbow that was planted on her right thigh. Isabela was just damn long in dressing up herself and Victoria could not help but become impatient as the seconds passed by. Instead of sulking, Victoria stared at the reflection of the sunset on the water that was just serenely pleasant to look at. The colors blended with the water, making it look a bit blueish. The heat of the sun tanned her skin a bit, and Victoria enjoyed it dearly. After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, Isabela slid the glass doors open and came out to fetch Victoria, and in response the little girl leaped up from the ground and tugged on her mother's hand to go. With a motherly smile, Isabela gently asked if she was ready, and Victoria eagerly responded it with a yes. Soon after that, the familiar tug on the navel pulled Victoria into the world of apparition.

Side-along apparition was just painful for Victoria. It made her dizzy, even if the process would be done in a few seconds. Once her feet landed on the ground, she felt her head spinning with the room rapidly. It happened all the time anyways, which wasn't unusual for both of them. Isabela did the usual patting of the back that Victoria found comforting. It took them only a few minutes before Victoria could regain her normal senses. Once done, she looked at her mother and nodded silently, to signal that she was feeling okay. Both walked in the venue of the fashion show, which was a huge building that was elegantly dressed up with flowers almost everywhere. The crowd was dressed in semi-formal attires, and it matched the venue's design. There were people who brought their kid's along as well, but most were talking in French, which Victoria did not have a clue about. There were people who talked in English, but not all had the usual American accent that Victoria was accustomed too. There was one woman who caught Victoria's attention because of her acknowledging Isabela. The pair strode to the woman, and the older ladies talked with one another which seemed to be all about a mix of business and formalities. Victoria caught the sight of 2 girls who were about her age, positioned near the woman. Victoria slightly smiled at them, and took her mother's hand once the two women believed that it was time to separate to watch the show.

Having a VIP pass was definitely a good thing. It had perfect benefits that suited Victoria for some enjoyment. With a grin, she handed the pass to a buff guy who was wearing white, which she assumed was the guard that was guarding the entrance for those who had special passes. The pair were very important people after all. Or so, that was what Victoria thought for tonight's show. It would be so boring if the two only popped in for some stupid orchestral event, which usually lulled Victoria back to sleep. Victoria sat on one of the seats that were almost beside the runway already. The view was perfect, and Victoria was eager to see some dresses that were pretty. The show started and everything was lovely at first. But as it went on, the pureblood felt herself grow a bit bored with the dresses that were being modeled. Yes, they were lovely but it seemed a bit repetitive. She wanted to skip the dress part but her imaginative mind had something else in mind. She poked her mother repeatedly on the arm, until she managed to catch Isabela's attention. "Mom, I want to get food." Victoria said with a low grumble in her voice. She knew that it would disturb her mother who was obviously enjoying the show. Before her mother could even stand up to get her purse, Victoria stopped her and told her that she could get it on her own. Isabela seemed to be hesitant, but Victoria assured her with a bright smile. "I'm hungry so I dunno when I'll be back. But I promise, I'll just stay around!" With a pat on Isabela's arm, Victoria dashed away from the woman that looked at her daughter with an apprehensive glance, and returned to look back at the modeling in front.

Instead of running inside the buffet room, Victoria giggled when she saw the door that led to one of the rooms in the backstage area. There was a sign on the higher part of the door which read, "Authorized personnel only." But she did not care if she was not an employee. Employee or not, Victoria thought that it was okay to snoop around the dressing room of the models. "Or is it?" Victoria thought with a curious frown. The curiousness overloaded her brain with questions, and she wondered if she could really go in. The show was just started didn't it? So it was possible that nobody would be inside fooling around. Most workers were with the models and the clothes that they wore. Victoria pushed the door slightly to the side and peeped in. The room was brightly lit, and no other human presence was there except for the young pureblood's. The girl stepped in quietly and closed the door with a small click. The room was spacious and filled with stock of garments. It looked like a semi-stockroom. There were mannequins that modeled different clothes as well. Whatever room it was, Victoria grinned mischievously and ran to the nearest rack of clothes, which seemed to be the newest stock of clothes that they had. Vicky smoothly ran her fingertips along the fabric, and approved of its design so quickly. She just hoped nobody would enter the room that she dared to explore.
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[Davina Lesley]

France was an interesting and lovely place for Davina Lesley. The weeks they have been spending travelling round looking for a suitable school for Dexter to attend were wonderful. They had yet to make a decision but apparently there were a few contenders. Even though Davina was happy with all the travelling there were many times where she wished that they weren't in such a hurry all the time. She wanted some time to look around and explore abit with Damita. They loved playing around and having fun all the time. Like all little kids did. After her Maika(Mother) told her that they would be going to a fashion show, she got very excited. She had always wanted to go to a fashion show and being in France seemed almost fitting. She smiled at her mirror image as they dressed in the same outfit . One that Damita had chosen. She couldn't believe how lucky she had been with their Maika. Things were working out great for her in France and she was really happy that she could be with her family. Even Danika and her boyfriend had been spending a lot of time at the hotels and she was happy. Family was one of the most important things to the small blonde, whether or not she quite understood what was going on. Kaylee used to tell them stories, from the muggle word of Divorce and Adoption. These words tended to scare Davina because she was always worried about the adopted children. They never knew their parents. Davi could never have imagined what that would be like. She always wondered what she would have done had her family not been her own. Of course, she also realised that with that was the realisation that she would have been a very different person, if'n that was true.

As Davina finished getting ready, she grabbed hold of her Sestra's(Sister) hand and they walked down to the hotel lobby together. It was a good thing they were staying in a magical part of town, because apparition was some tricky business. At least that was what her Maika kept telling her. Though Davi realised that she would probably never want to apparate on her own. She always got scared that her Maika would leave some of her behind, splinching her or Dami for that matter. She never wanted to be splinched ever. She could recall that Danika had been splinched and they had to take her to the hospital, that had been quite scary for the young girl. Seeing her Sestra all bloody. Her brats(brothers) had of course been quite concerned as well. Declan more than Dexter because they were only little and hadn't really understood what any of it meant. They she had sort of made some sense for it. Landing on the ground outside hall they would be using for the fashion show, Davi felt quite dizzy. It wasn't often you had three people in one apparition. Their father had elected to stay behind to complete some work for the Durmstrang Graduation ceremony that would be held soon. She noticed that there were two distinct accents that she could pick out. French, because her mother spoke French, and English. So they were the only Bulgarians here. That sort of made alot of sense. The majority of people were speaking French which went mostly ununderstood by the youth, and some spoke English, which was easier to understand, but she still had alot of trouble with some words.

Focusing her attention on her Maika, she realised that Kaylee was speaking with some in a sort of rushed English. She was definitely not Bulgarian, and not French, from what Davi could tell either. Though Davina smiled at the girl who was staniding with the woman. She looked to be about their age and Davina waved at her. Before they parted ways and Kaylee went to get a seat for the show. But Davina was bored, she didn't want to wait for the show to start so she slipped down of her seat and crawled across the floor to the exit to back stage. It would be fascinating to see what was behind here anyway. As she walked in she was all the pretty clothes that the models got to wear. Some were of muggle origin and some of magical origin. But they were all nice.​

 

[Damita Lesley]

Damita Lesley sat quietly on the ground, watching her sestra getting ready for the day to come. Dami was already set for the day, her hair was brushed, her face and teeth washed, and she was wearing her new clothes. Damita couldn't remember what they were doing today, because she rarely listened to her Maika when she explained the night before what it was they would be doing. Dami was usually off with the fairies, so to speak, she rarely fully listened to what people were saying to her, considering people usually spoke to her sister instead. It didn't hurt that people spoke and acknowledged Davina more, because Damita grew up knowing that her sestra was far more interesting than herself, it was a fact that she had learned to live with. Damita was boring, enough said. Being boring wasn't bad, in fact, Dami liked being unknown and in the background, while her sestra was always in the spotlight, absorbing enough attention for the two of them, it was comforting that she didn't have to work hard to know people, she just let her sestra befriend everyone, and just went with the flow of things, never trying to change how everything worked.Once Davina was finished prepping herself for the day, Damita stood up and grabbed her sestra's hand, and was leadout to the hotel lobby by her, taking care to not trip on the small amount of steps just outside the elavator. Poor Dexter had fallen victim to those steps, Damita didn't want to follow in his footsteps and nearly break her arm too.

France had been an exciting place for Damita, it was nice and interesting, though the language barrier was a little more than confusing. Learning English had been hard enough for the young blonde, but now she felt that she had to learn French too, like Declan had, he managed to juggle three languages, so Damita was sure that her and Davina would be able to do it, but it sure was difficult, even English could be a stretch for her, but she tried her best.Looking around at all the magical people, Damita grabbed her maika's hand and they were apparated away. Once Damita found her feet again. she shook her head, she was sure she'd get used to that someday, but right now it wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Damita looked aroud curiously as she heard people speaking French and English all around her, she'd expected this and so she wasn;t as shocked as she would have normally been. Sticking close to her Maika and Sestra, Damita walked on taking care to not run into anyone. Watching her Maika give their passes to a rather humoungous man, that looked like he'd eat trees and mountains for breakfast, Damita followed the woman to their seats, but accidently walked into her hip when she suddenly stopped without warning. It was a little annoying when she did that. Looking at her sestra, she too waved to the girl, though she was a little more shy than her sestra, she usually followed alone with whatever she did, it was for the best anyway.

Sitting with her sestra and Maika, Damita made herself comfortable, and waited for the show to start patiently, but when her Sestra seemed bored and walked off, Damita was tailing her, she wasn't going to let her Sestra go alone! Following her Sestra silently, Damita stumbled into her when she suddenly stopped. A trait she must have gotten from their mother. They were in a room, that was filled with all sorts of fun things, like clothes and shoes. A smile found its way on damita's face as she looked around. This could be fun. Wondering off slightly, Damita looked around and ran her fingers across the various fabrics and dresses, some were sparkly, some were more bland, but they were all very beautiful to the eyes of this part-veela. Neglecting to look around, Damita accidently bumped into someone, and was sent crashing down, since she wasn't very balanced at all. Looking up in shock, then looking around, Dami tilted her head when she saw another girl, she looked for the words that could be used in greeting the girl that was rather familiar. Wasn't she the one whose presumed Maika was speaking to Damita's Maika? The women spoke English, so was this girl English? Or was she French and her Maika knew English? With a small shrug, Damita timidly greeted the girl. "H-hello..."
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