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Post by Bianca Donato on Aug 6, 2009 20:50:32 GMT -5
The fashion in London wasn't nearly as good as in Paris. Bianca lamented this fact every time she walked through the shopping districts. If only it were more convenient to go to Paris, like if she could just concentrate really hard and appear there. She hated flying. Planes were so crowded, and there was always someone coughing or sneezing nearby her. So disgusting. Besides, she didn't really like taking her Chihuaha, Pooky, on planes. The air pressure made his little ears pop, and he would cry the whole time. So unless her Daddy would let her use the private jet, Paris was just too inconvenient.
Bianca stopped and stared in a particularly showy window, eying a particularly garish dress in peacock blue. It was, in a word, ghastly. Whoever had decided that peacock blue was an appropriate color for anything but a peacock must have been smoking something. But the shoes that the mannequin was wearing were kind of cute. She frowned for a minute, examining them, then decided she simply had to have them. Every girl needed a pair of gold slingbacks with 6 inch heels, right? She turned and started to go into the store, but crashed into someone who was walking toward her and clearly hadn't expected her sudden movement.
"Ooof! Watch where you're going!"
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Sept 5, 2009 16:09:57 GMT -5
(I can't resist when people mention colors like this! However, I don't think they're ready for a proper meeting yet, so this will be quick and I'll send someone else in.)
Nathalia often wandered into the muggle side of London, enjoying the people there. It was a different atmosphere than wizarding London- not better or worse, just different. And Nathalia had a pilgrim soul. She needed different from time to time.
But today, she had a little too much different, and realized with a start that she was already fifteen minutes late to work. Luckily, Stu wouldn't care too much, but Nathalia hated to be late. She hated to let people down. So she was rushing down the street to find a safe place to apparate, dodging a slow man and intending to squeeze between him and a brunette girl window shopping.
She didn't anticipate the girl to turn and start walking suddenly, and they collided at full force, a flurry of blonde and brunette, tan and pale skin.
"You could have looked before you started walking too, you know," Nathalia grumbled, reaching for her peacock blue scarf, which had flown off in the collision. "But I'm really sorry. Are you okay? You're not hurt are you?"
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Post by Bianca Donato on Oct 8, 2009 22:31:45 GMT -5
Bianca had been entirely at fault, but she would never admit that. Her bags had scattered, and although she hadn't hit the ground, she was still very unsteady. "I'm fine, just help me pick up my bags."
She narrowed her eyes at the peacock blue scarf in the blonde's hands, then took a step forward, meaning to grab her Gucci bag, but she nearly fell. It took a minute to realize that the reason that she was so unsteady was that her shoes were uneven. The heel had broken off of her $800 red Italian pump.
Furious, she let out a torrent of Italian curses, waving her hands around in frustration. Although she could speak perfect English, she still sometimes slipped back into Italian when she was upset.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Oct 11, 2009 22:37:45 GMT -5
Taken aback by the foreign curses that suddenly flew from the brunette's mouth, Nathalia looked up. "What?" she asked, before her eyes traveled down and caught the reason behind it all. "Oh. It's okay, it's just a pair of shoes."
She got to her feet and handed the girl the bags that had flown out of her hands when they collided.
"I could probably fix it for you," she added, trying to be helpful and forgetting that she was in muggle London.
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Post by Bianca Donato on Jan 1, 2010 2:57:00 GMT -5
"Only a shoe?" Bianca repeated incredulously. That, to her, was like saying It's only oxygen. Shoes, clothes, jewelry... these things were her life. She lived for them. There was no such thing as only a shoe. "Do you have any idea how much these shoes cost?"
Holding the broken shoe in her hand, she finally turned her attention to the clumsy blonde. "What do you mean, fix it? Do you fix shoes for a living? And do you honestly think I would wear mended shoes?"
Looking again at the shop window, she frowned, looking at the gold shoes again. "I'll have to buy replacements.... I wonder if those come in red?"
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 25, 2010 14:53:42 GMT -5
Nathalia's eyebrows went up, and her opinion of the girl dropped instantly. It was really hard to get Nathalia to think poorly of you, too.
"Okay, sorry I offered," she said, clearly not caring what the girl did anymore. Of course, with magic, the shoe would be as good as new anyway, but obviously this girl didn't know about magic, and if the shoes were that important to her, Nathalia would rather not waste her time.
"I'm sure 'daddy' will buy you another pair anyway," she murmured, making an assumption that this girl was spoiled and had wealthy parents. Most the time, she was pretty glad she grew up the way she did.
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Post by Bianca Donato on Jan 31, 2010 1:29:17 GMT -5
Bianca sneered at the girl. She misread the snotty comment as one of jealousy, and as she assessed the girl's attire, she formed a rather unfair judgement of Nathalia's upbringing. After all, the girl couldn't even see the value in a pair of shoes. And she had offered to fix them for her. Clearly this girl was the type who patched up clothes and wore inexpensive knock-offs. And she was wearing peacock blue. Honestly, could she have been any tackier?
The fact that this girl was still here, talking to her at all, made Bianca even more tense. She wished the girl would just go, so she could put this whole irritating incident behind her.
"I don't need my father to buy things for me, I can do it myself, grazi. At least I can afford it. It's more than I can say for some people."
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Aug 9, 2010 15:21:01 GMT -5
Nathalia had been on her way out, ready to just leave the situation. This girl obviously didn't want her help or anything, so Nathalia was not inclined to keep trying.
And she wasn't usually the kind of girl to get in a fight, either. Life was too short, and she wanted to have too much with life. But that comment from this girl set her on edge, and she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, are you implying something? What I can afford and what I define my worth by are two separate things, thank you. But you have a good afternoon with your shoes."
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Post by Bianca Donato on Oct 30, 2010 0:51:13 GMT -5
Bianca sniffed, raising her nose in the air. The truth was, there weren't a lot of people that she could have run into that would meet her standards. Especially other women. A man, if he was good-looking, might have potential. Even if he was poor, that didn't mean that there wasn't anything that she could get from him. She certainly wouldn't keep him around very long, but for a little while, he could be great fun.
But this girl was, in Bianca's opinion, not worthy of her time. Which, thanks to the broken shoe, was even more limited.
"I would have had a good time with my shoes, if they were not broken," she said sourly. Her shoes now in her hands, she gathered up the rest of her bags and cast a last, annoyed look at Nathalia. If she thought it was worth the trouble, she would have asked the girl to replace the shoes for her. But ultimately, She could easily afford the 800 pounds to buy replacements. But it was the principle of the thing. The girl didn't even value another person's possessions.
"I must be going. Do be more careful in the future, won't you?"
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