RP: Meet Me In the Red Room...A Night In Paris...
Date: 28 May 2005
Characters: Fleur Delacour, Dennis Creevey, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas
Location: PARIS!
Status: Semi-Private (Streets of Paris)
Summary: Old and new friends go to the Montmartre area of Paris for one incredible night!
Completion: Complete
Fleur could not remember the last time she was as excited as she was at the moment she knocked on Dean Thomas’ door. Before he could answer she quickly smoothed down her little black dress, making sure the intricate beadwork carried no flaws. Dressy low sling-backs were the footwear of choice, considering the amount of walking that would be done.
With a squeal of joy she launched herself into his arms when he finally answered.
“We are going it Paris!” she bubbled, “I am going home!” She absolutely loved hugging Dean Thomas; he had become her friend and confidante in the past few weeks.
And now they were going to Paris…going to PARIS! A small group of friends was about to experience the adventure of a lifetime in the area of Montmartre, a night beneath the towering Basilique du Sacre-Coeur.
Then Tuesday morning they would somehow pull themselves together to meet with her father, Jacque Delacour, to discuss their recent business ventures and financial interests. Fleur did not think any of them would sleep that night and would most likely stumble from the streets of the bohemian district to the steps of her father’s offices, sunlight stinging their eyes and pounding their brains.
But it would be so very worth it…
“Where are zey?” she demanded, “Where are Dennis and Shaymoosh? We are wasting precious time! We must get zere before ze sun goes down; we must see it set from the steps of ze Sacre-Couer!”
Characters: Fleur Delacour, Dennis Creevey, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas
Location: PARIS!
Status: Semi-Private (Streets of Paris)
Summary: Old and new friends go to the Montmartre area of Paris for one incredible night!
Completion: Complete
Fleur could not remember the last time she was as excited as she was at the moment she knocked on Dean Thomas’ door. Before he could answer she quickly smoothed down her little black dress, making sure the intricate beadwork carried no flaws. Dressy low sling-backs were the footwear of choice, considering the amount of walking that would be done.
With a squeal of joy she launched herself into his arms when he finally answered.
“We are going it Paris!” she bubbled, “I am going home!” She absolutely loved hugging Dean Thomas; he had become her friend and confidante in the past few weeks.
And now they were going to Paris…going to PARIS! A small group of friends was about to experience the adventure of a lifetime in the area of Montmartre, a night beneath the towering Basilique du Sacre-Coeur.
Then Tuesday morning they would somehow pull themselves together to meet with her father, Jacque Delacour, to discuss their recent business ventures and financial interests. Fleur did not think any of them would sleep that night and would most likely stumble from the streets of the bohemian district to the steps of her father’s offices, sunlight stinging their eyes and pounding their brains.
But it would be so very worth it…
“Where are zey?” she demanded, “Where are Dennis and Shaymoosh? We are wasting precious time! We must get zere before ze sun goes down; we must see it set from the steps of ze Sacre-Couer!”