Winter Days

[Isabelle Vernier]

Isabelle had quite a good year since graduating school. The former Ravenclaw had earned herself a position in the Ministry of all places, and even though she hadn't been there long, she felt as though she was doing a good job with it. She liked sitting in an office as it wasn't much of a change from school, especially considering that the school worked alongside her department, and she was able to get good brakes and input ideas, helping with how nervous she felt sometimes. Additionally, she was now engaged and she couldn't be more happy with how everything had turned out. Link was always so good to her and so she hoped the wedding would not be at all stressful for either of them.

With the weather cooling down, the French woman made her way down the streets of New Zealand in a large brown coat to keep her warm. It was much colder in France when it was Winter, but Isabelle liked the cold weather no matter where it was as it gave for perfect opportunity to rug up and order herself some warm drinks. When she made it to a small cafe, Isabelle stepped inside, shivering slightly as the warm air rushed to her. Cafes were always the best place to go to in the winter, especially this one as it didn't usually have many visitors. Slowly, Isabelle made her way to the counter and ordered herself a small coffee. A warm coffee was definitely what she needed with the cold winds outside.​

 

[Octavia Pourroulis]

Ever since she had graduated from Beauxbatons and moved to New Zealand, Octavia’s life had been much more organised and a lot less pressurising. Her sister had left for Hogwarts and Via couldn’t help but to think about Artemis continuously. She knew the girl was responsible and could take good care of herself, though as the oldest sister she felt it was her responsibility to check in. She mentally reminded herself to send an owl later this week, once she was sure Artemis had started settling in. Octavia liked her life here in the country, it was a big change from France, with the seasons being the opposite, but she was managing just fine thus far. Despite her not having played for the Beauxbatons Quidditch team, recently her interest for the sport had rekindled and she was surprised, but quickly pleased, to have been given a spot on a professional team. She had quite a few things to do with her time, and Octavia was just content with where she was at this stage of her life. She was young, but she didn’t have doubts about her future anymore.

It was June, and Octavia swung her scarf around her neck to keep it from slipping off, she wanted to be immune to the cold that was beginning to creep in. It was no longer hot and sunny, though Oct didn’t really mind that the winter season was here. She was used to French weather, and Paris specifically was a lot colder in winter and hotter during summer than New Zealand. She was properly equipped. Having just finished her tutoring for the morning, the brunette cleaned her shoes before entering a small cafe. It was her much needed, well-deserved break. Octavia ordered some hot, herbal tea to warm her up. As she waited for her drink, her eyes wandered around at the people in the area and her gaze settled on a girl around her age. With a double take she realised she knew the familiar blonde. She had seen her somewhere, and her mind was trying to connect the dots. She approached her, clearing her throat when she was near enough. "Excuse me. Isabelle?" she asked in English with a thick French accent, hoping she hadn’t remembered the wrong person. She took a small sip of her tea while she waited for the other girl’s response. ​