Post by Celeste Pearle on Apr 20, 2010 12:58:23 GMT -5
Celeste was all too aware of the way men's heads turned whenever she walked into a room. It was amusing to her how even the strongest, toughest man could be brought down to their knees by a pretty face and a few curves. She was particularly lucky in this regard, and she knew it.
So as she walked into the Three Broomsticks with deliberate slowness, she smiled to herself. She never walked fast, preferring instead to give the men she knew were watching an extra-long look at her figure.
She rarely came into town. Her ancestral family home was up in Yorkshire, and she generally stayed there. But upon hearing of the death of her "benefactor," Blake Malfoy, Celeste knew she was going to have to pay a visit to the area. Yes, she probably should be going straight to Malfoy's home, but she hadn't yet formed a game plan in talking to his wife. And if she was going to come to town, she might as well take a little time to enjoy it.
When she finally reached the bar, she climbed up onto an empty stool with practiced grace. Smiling flirtaciously at the bartender, she ordered a glass of brandy, then began to look around the place.
So as she walked into the Three Broomsticks with deliberate slowness, she smiled to herself. She never walked fast, preferring instead to give the men she knew were watching an extra-long look at her figure.
She rarely came into town. Her ancestral family home was up in Yorkshire, and she generally stayed there. But upon hearing of the death of her "benefactor," Blake Malfoy, Celeste knew she was going to have to pay a visit to the area. Yes, she probably should be going straight to Malfoy's home, but she hadn't yet formed a game plan in talking to his wife. And if she was going to come to town, she might as well take a little time to enjoy it.
When she finally reached the bar, she climbed up onto an empty stool with practiced grace. Smiling flirtaciously at the bartender, she ordered a glass of brandy, then began to look around the place.
