The large, elegantly-draped window provides a strong natural glow over the room. A sofa and an armchair sit on either side of an antique coffee table, while a hand-stitched french carpet dominates the floor. The crown molding and windows are all handcrafted in a traditional French style. Maurice usually spends his time in the morning here, with a cup of coffee and a copy of the "Prophet".
"Oh god, I didn't even think about you being alone with her. Isn't she just insane. I swear, the first thing she tells me out of turn I'm going back to Egypt." He laughs, "But, really, I've missed this place." He sits on the couch, "So, tell me. The letters weren't all very detailed. What've I missed?"
He laughs, totally caught off guard. "Oh there's no way in hell! Have you seen Beau? Have you seen my wife and I? We're hot." He punctuates this by performing multiple model poses. "And, I hate to rag on your husband, but-" he starts laughing before even getting it out, "Mau's a little homely."
"Christ, Belle it is then. I'm sure the she-witch was more than pleased, though. Way to jam yourself into her good graces." He laughs. "It's a shame about Jean-Claude, though. I wish I could've been here for Marsye and Mau."
"They really are. It was so awful when my dad died and I didn't really get to slow down and really y'know... grieve. They needed me a lot over there, so, I don't know. I'm not even sure where this is going, honestly."
He smiles. "Yeah, you're right. God, I've missed her. A my handsome little man- he gets it from me, his looks. Like I said, I'm hot." He stands and walks from the door around the living room as if it were a catwalk. Once he'd made it around he posed, ridiculously, of course. "Top that."
He drops the posed and hunches over laughing at himself. "God," he sighs, putting his hands on his hips and looking around, "I've missed it here so much." He smiles, "It's great to see you, Viv. I'm exhausted, though, I'd better get a nap in before Beau gets back."
Marsye and Beau
Marsye LeClerc-SmithSeer/Head of Department of Magical Education -00:21, February 25, 2014 (UTC) – "Even the smallest person can change the course of the future."
She was sat on one of the plush sofas, hunched over the coffee table, filing some paperwork from her recent ministry promotion.
*He smiles at his mother, climbs over the couch, and plops into the seat upside down.* "I'm sooo bored,Mum. There's nothing to do!!"
Marsye LeClerc-SmithSeer/Head of Department of Magical Education -00:39, February 25, 2014 (UTC) – "Even the smallest person can change the course of the future."
She chuckles, "Ma Enfant, I know how you feel. But remember, next year when you go to Hogwarts, you'll miss having this big beautiful home to yourself." She finished signing a parchment and then looks him in the eye, a playful smile on her face. "But what about your gift? Has it showed you anything about anyone?" Her eyes twinkled, inquisitively.
"It's not like I could play with a baby. But maybe if she had an older kid. Otherwise they just cry and cry, and blah blah blah."
Marsye LeClerc-SmithSeer/Head of Department of Magical Education -07:02, February 25, 2014 (UTC) – "Even the smallest person can change the course of the future."
She laughs, "Oh ma Cherie, when you were a baby you mostly smiled and giggled! And babies are really fun- they won't argue with you or take your things. Yes, they sometimes cry but don't you think they're so cute?"
*He rolled his eyes.* "I guess they're alright..."
Marsye LeClerc-SmithSeer/Head of Department of Magical Education -23:48, February 26, 2014 (UTC) – "Even the smallest person can change the course of the future."
She smiles at his boyish stubborness. "Oh, by the way. Since you're going to Hogwarts soon, Papa agreed to buy you either an Owl, a Cat or a Toad. So over the weekend we can go to Diagon Alley." She speaks, a blank mask on her face, waiting to see his expression. "If you behave, of course." She adds, quickly.