Art Scouting (Virginia/Nathalia)

[June Bankman]

(I just felt it? And they discussed it in a past thread).

Friday night, and June had no reservations about being out and not having even told Talon where she'd be. They hadn't talked much over the last few days since their fight, which was fine for June who just really needed some space before she dove headlong into their relationship again.

Instead, she focused on other ones around her that were also important. Her friends from the Ministry, and Ginny, her best friend from school. Ginny was the reason she was sitting outside Stu's bar, her hands shoved deep in her pockets in the brisk winter air. Ginny was meeting her there any minute to talk to the barmaid, who June happened to know was an artist. Ginny, of course, was looking for artists to showcase in her gallery, and it seemed like a nice connection she could help make, under the guise of getting drinks with her friend.

It wasn't long before she saw the blonde walking her way, and she broke into a wide smile, greeting her friend with a kiss on the cheek. "How are you? You look stunning for such a weird little bar, I'm so sorry."

[Virginia duMaurier]

Virginia walked carefully down the stone-covered path that led to the little bar, her heels wobbling slightly as she dodged the pebbles, holes, and uneven ground that threatened to send her tumbling to the ground. It was hardly even a road, more of a well-worn walkway leading to a run-down little building that looked almost like an after thought. This was the forgotten side of town, nothing like the bustling sidewalks of the main city of Hogsmeade. Virginia wondered to herself if they had stopped building after the cemetery and this little bar had been built to capitalize on lonely mourners who needed a drink after visiting loved ones.

Nonetheless, despite the inauspicious exterior and the uneven path, there was something beautiful about it to Virginia. She had an artist's eye, for certain, and could see something beautiful in just about anything. The loneliness, the roughness, the small beacon of hope in an abandoned part of town, it spoke to Virginia in a strange way. She could imagine someone working here and creating beautiful art.

She smiled as June greeted her, then glanced down at her outfit. "Mercy. I never know how to dress for these sort of things. I am not much for bars, and I'm still used to Paris, where everyone must always dress like they've stepped out of the pages of the fashion magazines."

At any rate, she did want to dress well to impress the woman she was meeting with and give the impression that she was a serious business woman.

"But perhaps I should learn not to wear heels while walking in the countryside, no?" she added with a laugh. "I'm glad you could join me today--I am sure I would look quite out of place if I went in alone."