Post by Amara Malfoy on Oct 27, 2011 22:11:49 GMT -5
Today had begun normally for one Amara Malfoy, but it was different in a few aspects. For one, she didn't dress in a complete suit. As today she felt the need to be a bit more informal, she wore a dress shirt, tie, a vest, jeans, and what might almost be called feminine ankle boots. Also, she hadn't gone into work that morning; the world wouldn't end without her, after all, and this was important. Almost, though a few years ago she would have scoffed at the notion, more important than her job period.
As it was, she had made sure that the recruits didn't have training today (yes, she made sure they were given one or two days off each month; she wasn't a complete dictator) and then owled her younger brother. She knew they needed to talk about... well, many things, and she knew that if they didn't do so soon, they would never do so. Therefore, she had invited him to the Cafe de Marche, one she had been coming to for about five years now. The atmosphere was the one needed for such discussion: comfortable, and yet with the possibility of remaining anonymous when one so chose.
Another thing that was a bit off, was that Amara didn't wear her silver AM pendant under her shirt. As their discussion would - if Draco even showed up - revolve very much around the man she was sure had given it to her, Amara wanted it out in the open today. As such, it hung, for all so see, just at the knot of her tie, which was the same black as her vest. The dress shirt was a pale, pearl grey, while the jeans were just slightly fitted and of a dark wash. She smirked to herself slightly, as she entered the cafe and, upon greeting Kiki with a nod, settled at what she had come to mentally refer to as her table. It was in a corner and offered privacy, but also wa still more-or-less open to the rest of the cafe.
Amara's mirk was occasioned by the fact that, a few years ago, before the war, she never would have thought of wearing jeans with her shirtsleeves - nor, really, would she have considered speaking about things between them with her younger brother Draco.
((Fail, such a short intro post...))
As it was, she had made sure that the recruits didn't have training today (yes, she made sure they were given one or two days off each month; she wasn't a complete dictator) and then owled her younger brother. She knew they needed to talk about... well, many things, and she knew that if they didn't do so soon, they would never do so. Therefore, she had invited him to the Cafe de Marche, one she had been coming to for about five years now. The atmosphere was the one needed for such discussion: comfortable, and yet with the possibility of remaining anonymous when one so chose.
Another thing that was a bit off, was that Amara didn't wear her silver AM pendant under her shirt. As their discussion would - if Draco even showed up - revolve very much around the man she was sure had given it to her, Amara wanted it out in the open today. As such, it hung, for all so see, just at the knot of her tie, which was the same black as her vest. The dress shirt was a pale, pearl grey, while the jeans were just slightly fitted and of a dark wash. She smirked to herself slightly, as she entered the cafe and, upon greeting Kiki with a nod, settled at what she had come to mentally refer to as her table. It was in a corner and offered privacy, but also wa still more-or-less open to the rest of the cafe.
Amara's mirk was occasioned by the fact that, a few years ago, before the war, she never would have thought of wearing jeans with her shirtsleeves - nor, really, would she have considered speaking about things between them with her younger brother Draco.
((Fail, such a short intro post...))
