As you step inside the pretty marble building, a gush of refreshing cold air greets you. It smells of orchids and oriental lilies, and you're directed by a pretty receptionist to a waiting area. The interior is plush, with white and soft-pink decoration. You wait, seated comfortably on a white leather couch, and wait for your name to be called.
this is a pride location.
The salon will be offering complimentary hair and makeovers for the march, so here's a good place to stop before you head into the grounds!
She pushed the door open fifteen minutes before the store was closing, which was actually intentional. She'd hoped, since it was so close to closing, that the store would be empty. She didn't want any attention, nor did she want to share the attention of the person she was coming to see, not that the person needed to know that. She walked to the front counter, her nails tapping lightly against the bench.
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 19:47, June 14, 2018 (UTC)
Skylar had been expecting a visit from Sophia any day now, just not knowing when said day was. Every night she had been waiting for it to no avail, so when she heard the familiar ding of the door being opened, she didn't get her hopes up. Walking to the counter with her head cast downwards as she looked at some lipsticks on a tray, she was initially unaware of her customer's identity until she looked up. Immediately a smile came to her face as she curtsied awkwardly, trying to avoid the swathe of lipsticks falling to the floor. "Your Highness," she said, a teasing tone to her voice - based off their interactions at the Royal Wedding, Skylar felt comfortable enough to do so, "Are you hear for an appointment or just dropping by?"
She raised an eyebrow as she watched the other girl curtsy but didn't comment on it, deciding she was probably teasing her with it. "Appointment," she responded, "looking for a...manicure, trim and...the 'Floral Orient Massage', whatever that is," she recited, looking at the list, almost tempted to ask for a wax, just to tease her.
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 18:34, June 21, 2018 (UTC)
Skylar noticed the smirk and the smile on her face mimicked it almost instantly. Had it not been for other employees about, she would've played Sophia's game with ease but, given the prying eyes, a curt nod replaced any words of encouragement, "A pedicure might also be a nice way to complete the treatment." She still wore the smirk, though, suggesting that she had picked up on Sophia's hint drop.
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 22:05, June 25, 2018 (UTC)
Skylar's smile turned from one of knowing to one of genuine pride; she loved her job and any trust in her judgement never failed to make her happy, "There's a reason we're still one of the best salons around!"
"I only bring good press, supposedly it's Elenore who brings the bad press," she shot back, "and we both know you should be honoured that I graced this place. I bet your sales will shoot straight up by tomorrow."
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 22:19, June 27, 2018 (UTC)
Skylar raised an eyebrow, curious at the other's reaction. She didn't keep up with the royals other than Arthur, Vivienne and their spouses and kids so Elenore often flew underneath her radar. "Oh?" She asked, "I guess we won't be looking at her for any juicy details?"
"Unless you count her gay, vanilla relationship?" She offered. She knew she shouldn't spill that to anyone, considering how paranoid Elenore was that it'll get out, but Skylar didn't seem the type to go running off to the media. If she did, though, Sophia wouldn't care less.
"Maybe he had some hidden charm when he was younger," she said with a shrug, "well, maybe just the younger generation, not sure. I don't make it a habit to go bitching about grandfather to family, you know?"
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 14:08, June 29, 2018 (UTC)
Skylar raised an eyebrow as she shrugged, "What's there to talk about me? I'm just a worker at a salon who managed to get an invite to the royal wedding - plain, if you ask me." It was clear by the way that Skylar was smiling that she was very happy with Sophia prodding some more.
She raised an eyebrow. "Then I'm definitely not asking you," she retorted, "you have to be important to get an invite, really. I know it was from your family, mind if I ask what makes them so important and, if I recall, so good at defying expectations."
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 22:36, June 29, 2018 (UTC)
Skylar nodded, her lips pursing in a thin smile. Talk about her family was hard, but she could leave out the more recent details. "The La Rue dynasty is a respected one in the French wizarding circles; we're one of the oldest magical families in France. My father like to theorise that, at some points in history, we could've taken over and ruled France as the ruling family." She stopped, her smile becoming more comfortable, "And the La Rue's have always been the ones to defy stuff - I had to continue the tradition, naturally."
She knew that family and cursed herself for not realising Skylar was apart of it. "Nearly a queen yet you're situated in a salon," she noted. "I suppose you're lucky you didn't end up being the rulers, considering how they turned out."
"You could say that again," she pointed out as she eyed the other girl, "I'd say low key is what I'm into, but...I guess the magazines," she said, turning her eyes onto the stack of them at the counter, pulling out one where she was on the front cover, declaring to the world she was dating three different people at the same time, "kind of says otherwise."
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 02:54, July 1, 2018 (UTC)
Skylar looked over at the magazine and giggled a little, "You're a royal though - no matter how close my family was, we'd never get the attention you do. Just being born a royal means everything you do is documented and probably becomes a trend. Guaranteed if your cousin was to name the future monarch something like Paladin or something stupid, everyone'd follow suit."
"Unfortunately, I've said enough. I'm pretty sure there's an underlying promise that we keep each other's dirt under wraps," she said with a shrug, "going to have to marry into the family if you want to know more."
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 23:53, July 3, 2018 (UTC)
"I'll keep that in mind," she replied, returning the smirk and nodding, "I'm waiting for people to bring the things needed." As if on cue (more like the other staff not wanting to interrupt their conversation), people came and brought the various things needed for what Sophia had ordered. Skylar smiled brightly as she stood up, "Seems like people are on time for once."
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 21:18, July 4, 2018 (UTC)
Skylar laughed a little as she followed suit, moving to one of the chairs and extending a hand so she could begin the manicure, "What brings you to the salon itself? Surely you have a ton of attendants who do this enough for you?"
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 01:06, July 5, 2018 (UTC)
Skylar immediately got to work with filing and prepping Sophia's nails for the nail polish, making sure to spend equal attention to each nail. "And what made you choose Rouge Lips?" She asked, acting oblivious to the fact that she told Sophia where she worked at the royal wedding though the smile suggested otherwise, "I think our great reviews are just that good."
"Or maybe they just had a pretty face at the head of it," she said, not really noticing what Skylar was doing down there to her hand. "You know, I haven't even looked at the reviews. I was scared I was going to be reading how you've burnt someone's hair off."
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 01:41, July 5, 2018 (UTC)
"I would never," She replied, laughing and shaking her head, "Some of my colleagues though? I wouldn't be surprised." She looked up and smiled at Sophia, "I don't mean to brag - I totally do - but I'm a requested person here. In fact, some would say you're lucky for having me."
"More like you're lucky to have me," she corrected, "I have a busy schedule and I didn't even know if I could fit you in. If you keep on talking like that, though, you better live up to that expectation."
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 01:59, July 5, 2018 (UTC)
Skylar raised an eyebrow before nodding, "I guess it's twofold. I'm lucky I get to serve the pretty princess that was chatting me up at her aunt's wedding and you get to be pampered by one of Rouge Lips' best employees." She laughed before nodding, "I think you'll find any and all expectations set of me I meet and go beyond - I like to be an over-achiever."
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 00:12, July 6, 2018 (UTC)
"I mean, what is there to over achieve as a royal? I know there's charities but surely to overwork you seems counter intuitive," she replied, head tilting. It sounded a lot more critical than she intended, but Skylar was curious. She wanted to know what the royals did and, with that, came the question of how they could overachieve.
"You're right," she agreed, "really just charities, but we open important events, especially for the Ministry, some of us have been known to do speeches here and there. We're public figureheads, so we're in the public eye. That's our job, really."
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 03:39, July 6, 2018 (UTC)
She nodded along, genuinely interested. To hear what they did made a little more sense as to how Sophia could overachieve. "So your grandmother just wants you to be... extra charitable? I guess that's the best way you could overachieve? I doubt any of you royals jump at the chance to do extra appearances if you don't need to - it sounds exhausting as is."
"Some of them do," she agreed, "plus, when I say overachieve, I mean doing more than the bare minimum. Plus, royals have their own...etiquette to stand by, it's a job in itself to achieve and perfect them."
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 23:21, July 6, 2018 (UTC)
"Isn't locking people up evil and barbaric saved for Azkaban?" Skylar said, chuckling a little as she began to file the other hand, "Seems quite drastic to do that for me considering this is our second meeting."
"Hm?" she asked, slightly confused, "oh, of course not, I'm the most desired one. Of course, it depends on which cousin. Alfie, Octavius, Richard, they're all good choices. Charlotte, too. But really, they can deal with the boring ministry officials. I get the pretty ones."
"I don't agree actually," she said with a hum, "I mean, it's debatable. I have to admit, Estelle, Charlotte and Richard certainly make a run for our money. Appearance wise anyway. Depends if you like men over woman, I suppose. Of course, I'm transcendent. I find I'm everyones type. Now non-physical wise, yeah you're probably right. I'm first, though."
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 04:30, July 8, 2018 (UTC)
She shrugged, "I'm just going off what the most recent official ranking of all your looks were." She looked up and smiled at Sophia, "Glad to see everyone's on the same page of you being the best; it'd be idiotic if you weren't."
"Maybe but better safe than sorry, really, I mean...it's not like everyone in our family is attractive," she said with a shrug, "but no matter, it doesn't really matter. I suppose there's more to life than looks. So...any hobbies other than making me pretty?"
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 08:37, July 12, 2018 (UTC)
Skylar raised an eyebrow as she looked at Sophia and grinned a little, "Who? I think the consensus outside is you're all generally attractive enough - bar your grandfather, of course." She shrugged, shaking her head, "Not really, no. I'd love to get back into Quidditch again but it wouldn't be safe - making people look pretty gives me the chance to speak to socialites and royals - good looking ones at that, so it's a win-win situation."
She tilted her head slowly, regarding the other girl carefully. Most people would take it innocently enough but not Sophia. Blame her constant nerves, her ever-ticking mind. Hell, even her PTSD. "Why wouldn't it be safe? Had an accident? Scared you off from going on the broom again."
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 22:52, July 12, 2018 (UTC)
Skylar shook her head. Internally she was detailing how she knew her brother knew of her love for Quidditch and that the chances of her being found should she take to the broom again would skyrocket whilst staying in a salon where makeup was found (something she hated), she'd be safe. "Definitely scared of going off," she said with a shrug, "Not an accident, though."
She paused at this before shrugging. "Not really, I like to run. Of course, I've been taught how to paint and, strangely enough, to sew but I put that down to being a royal. I have no interest in it." Would Skylar count being able to whoop someones ass a hobby?
"I'm as good as anyone who's forced to do it. You can always tell the difference between someone who's forced and someone who loves it, especially in their work. It's very time consuming, have to be a little bit patient."
"Oh? What type of dog, I have to say I'm more of a cat person really," she confessed. The irony was that Sophia was an animagus with a cat form and it was a little bit of an inside joke. Really, she actually liked dogs.
She raised an eyebrow over at her. In all honesty, she was planning to have Skylar be a hit and run. Nothing serious. Certainly not serious enough to take her to somewhere royal like that. "Maybe," she said, her lips turning into a grin, "I'm sure they'd love you."
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 16:41, July 17, 2018 (UTC)
"Oh, like chihuahuas?" She asked, getting a few nail polishes out, "Which one takes your fancy?" She gave Sophia a few seconds to choose before nodding, "Chihuahuas are the only dogs I have an adversity to."
"Isn't he twelfth?" She asked before wincing, "no, you're right. Eleventh. I can never keep track. I mean, in his perspective, it's a bit...odd that you're younger cousins have more of a right than you do. My suggestion is always just do something akin to the hunger games. Winner gets the throne."
- “I'm twelve on a scale of one to ten.” Message Me - 18:16, July 25, 2018 (UTC)
"That's true, but isn't that a part of being a royal? I'm sure all your aunts and uncles born after your mother feel odd knowing people half their age are more in line to the throne than they are, despite being the Queen's kids." She paused, tilting her head, "Plus, isn't Alfred older than Octavius? Might be my old knowledge being hazy, but I'm pretty sure that's the way?" She laughed, shrugging, "A royal Hunger Games? And if you lose?"
"Easy, you get kicked out completely," she chirped and shrugged, "maybe so and I suppose it would. And honestly? Octavius might argue that Alfie doesn't even want the job yet nothing he can do about it. Honestly? I say give it to the person who can do the job best."