Have Yourself a Very Merry Christmas [Closed]

[Rachel]

Players:

Conor Westhues: By the driver always known as Kaffy. 17 years old, smokin' hawt, randomly [or not] roped into a holiday with...

Callisto Amoris: By the driver formerly known as Rachel [Alburt]. 18 years old, suffering a momentary lapse of judgment in thinking that she'll be able to resist Conor this holiday /)_-

Setting:

Paris, France; hotel, restaurants, various tourist attractions as mentioned by Conor/Callisto. Then later, Catatonia, Italy, Conor's crib, various other Italian places probably/possibly.

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The train painted a cold and bleak picture of London as it approached Kings Cross, rain was pelting against the window and the icy wind that swept through the train via any open and available crack was positively chilling. If Callisto had been planning to spend her christmas Holiday in London with her family, she would have been severly depressed by now. She was thankful that she wasn't. Yet, at the same time the closer she got in her transit towards Paris, the more her stomach seemed to eat away at itself and dissolve from nerves. It was yet another prime example of the Slytherin's logic hitting her after she had gone and done something stupid.

She had very nearly lied to everyone back at Hogwarts about her wearabouts this holiday and by now she was fully aware that she wasn't exactly the most resilient woman in the world when it came to Conor. The thought had crossed her mind many a time that she could do something... something that wouldn't quite be considered innocent and no one at Hogwarts would be any wiser. But no, she wasn't going out of her way to misbehave this winter, she simply required a break from Sophiris, Heaven, just Hogwarts in it's entirety.

Saying goodbye to whoever she needed to on the platform once the train pulled in, Callisto strided confidently through the platform wall into the muggle part of the station, exiting it, and then walking to the required area she needed to in order to pick up her portkey. She pulled her dark green cloak tighter about her person and fastened it, then secured her black leather gloves to her hand properly before clutching onto her trunk packed with everything and anything she had thought necessary for a comfortable and innocent holiday. All Callisto was doing was making sure she didn't lose anything in transit, she'd never been any good with portkey travel. It was why she had practised her 'landing' up in Essex during the summer holidays with Felicity, hopefully she'd land on her feet once she arrived there. Especially since she wasn't sure if Conor would be there already or not.

A small tugging feeling on her navel later, Callisto found herself looking at the Eiffel tower from behind a row of neatly sown trees. The area where she was located was in fact, quite deserted, but she couldn't have been more than a few metres away from civilisation - she could hear their noise and chatter from where she stood. Too afraid and dizzy to move for the moment, Callisto shakily sat down on her trunk, disposing of her portkey in the discreetly marked wizards recepticle. It was only whilst she sat there that the brunette had a fleeting thought of Conor deliberately not turning up, for Merlin knew what reason, but it did panic her slightly and her face visibly tensed up as she began to search her surroundings for any sign of him.

[Kathryn]

Conor had taken careful consideration before this entire business had started as to where he'd like to retreat for Christmas, his family was a pain in the arse on the best of days, and with the added holiday that screamed 'YAY' he wasn't enitrely looking forward to it. Appearantly, neither was his sister, because she'd made plans elsewhere far ahead of time to avoid in going, and it was when he'd finally settled on Paris over Milan, that an owl from Callisto arrived.

Paris now seemed like an excellent choice if he was entirely right about the sort of girl that this Miss Amoris was, and he was fairly certain he had a pretty good idea. She'd appreciate the shops, and the food, the fine wine and the whole romanticism [wtf am I spelling?] of the city. It was a typical girly response. When it really came down to it, almost no one he knew spoke fluent French and the chances of running into anyone unwanted had led him to choose this instead.

Of course, the city was beautiful when you got passed some of the aspects of it, and he wouldn't mind a bit behaving like a tourist [oh, how he hated them], if he could further charm the girl he'd be spending time with.

Pulling himself out of his musings, Conor checked his muggle watch, how horrid, and saw that it was almost time for Callisto to arrive by portkey. The area he was currently in was heavily lidded with trees and he'd had to park farther away, and so he started walking towards the portkey point. He looked entirely bored, as if he had better things to do then be outside walking, and yet inside, mentally he was very much occupied, running again over his mental check list.

The hotel? Check. He'd gotten a pretty expensive suite that to him was a style he was accustomed to, with two larg bedrooms and a main sitting room and a bathroom almost large enough to be considered it's own bedroom. The sitting room, would have been considered huge by anyone of lesser income, but to Conor it was simply a reasonable size. He'd gotten to Paris a few days early to make sure everything was in order, and the large desk in the corner was already littered with his school work.

The Resturaunt? Check. The reservations had been made weeks in advance. What better way to completely charm a lady then take her out to one of the fanciest restuarants late into the evening, so that when she stepped out, she caught a glimpse of what was Paris at night?

And his mental checklist ended there. He was one for precise planning, but he didn't want to think about the various shopping trips he'd be indulging the young woman in anymore then he had to. He was charming, but there were limits. He'd rather wing the shopping and come out of the entire ordeal relatively unscathed. He'd learned from escorting Sophia, Noel and Callisto around all summer that getting in the way of women and their shopping was liable to cause bodily harm.

Rounding the corner he and spotted her sitting on her trunk, looking around for him. She looked a little apprehensive and he supposed he should have hurried up his pace a bit so as to be there when she'd made it. He wasn't one to hurry if it didn't suit him however, and he continued his slow pace towards her, making sure she could see him approach. It wouldn't do him any good to startle her senseless.

As he stopped before he offered a slight curling upwards of the corners of his mouth, and held out his hand to help her off of the trunk. "Glad you could make it. Unfortunately, as muggle transportation is all you can get this close to the city, I've had to hold the taxi a good fifteen minutes down from here." He was clearly annoyed by the unneeded effort of walking on his part.

"How was your trip?" He asked politely, and at least attempted to sound like he really wanted to know. He didn't entirely care. She looked unharmed, not particularily ill, if not though, a bit wet, but that was expected. It was England. Besides. The coming up week in Paris would make her soon forget all about anything bad that had happened in getting there.

[Rachel]

Her mind was in two places. On one hand, she was facing perhaps a truly enjoyable vacation with someone who did not irritate her, whose company she would enjoy regardless of the situation. It was a rare opportunity, Callisto usually had such bad luck with holidays, and this was where her mind split. Because she had such bad luck with holidays, and because she knew exactly how this holiday could go terribly wrong, it was beginning to panic her a little. Almost making her hope Conor did not show up.

But that would have been boring.

She turned her head slightly, and then little faster when she noticed a target moving towards her. She didn't want to appear too eager, but she couldn't deny she wasn't somewhat relieved to finally see Conor approach. Taking his outstretched hand, she rose to her feet, a half-smirk, half-smile on her face as he explained about the taxi. "Oh, my apologies," she said, sounding somewhat genuine as she glanced over to where he had been walking from. "I don't mind hurrying." she offered before nodding at the servant elf to take her things.

"My trip was bland, dreary, wet... depressing." Callisto said summing it up simply, she didn't really want to relive anything related to England until she had to, which wouldn't be for another two weeks. Walking forward a little, she debated on what would be an appropriate question for him 'how was he doing?', 'how was Italy' although, judging by his letters and his ability to 'keep amused' she wasn't all that sure she really wanted to know. "How has Paris been for you so far?" was the question she settled on, although she immediately realised that might not have a desirable answer either.

[Kathryn]

He nodded at her apology, entirely disregarding it. He was still annoyed at having to walk for no good reason, and even if she was truly sorry, which she wasn't, she was a Slytherin after all, it wouldn't matter. He'd still had to walk needlessly. Oh, Conor did enjoy walking, but in nice controlled grounds where there was a garuntee mud and other dirt wouldn't find it's way onto his boots. But here? You could probably step in just about anything and not even notice until it was too late. Bloody annoying.

The elf had popped up sometime in the time he'd been getting there, but it had come from the hotel room, that was on the Wizarding area of Paris, and looked of course, deceptively muggle, and after Callisto's nod, the elf took the trunk and popped back to the hotel wordlessly. Good. He didn't particularily feel up to trying his limited patience at the moment.

"That bad? Well, we'll just have to take your mind off of that, won't we?" He sent her a grin and keeping careful hold on her hand, tugged her closer to place it on the crook of his elbow and start the trek back to the taxi. Unngh, muggles.

Conor kept his gaze trained ahead, figuring it might mildly annoy her if he appeared to be ignoring her. And when Callisto was unsettled, she tended to run a bit at the mouth which worked entirely in his favour. "It was rather bland. I've just been settling in. Are you tired?" He knew that jumping countries by portkey on some people had the same affect airplane jet lag had on muggles, and he didn't have anything planned immediately after her arrival on the off chance that that was the case. He, himself was used to it.

[Rachel]

A simple nod? No, maybe Callisto was reading too much into things after letting her more sensible side run free. Her sensible side which was telling her how much of a bad idea this was because she and Conor were alone. And that never really sunk in until... well, there and then really. Her first Holiday gone wrong, with Heaven, she had at least had her family there. Which wasn't really a comfort but it at least kept her from doing something entirely too stupid... mostly... aside from that one day when she though it might be fun to mix up adult wizarding drinks. She was by no means an alcoholic, but if it was sat in front of her she wouldn't resist it, that was how she'd ended up in jail with Felicity. She didn't plan to do that here, that wasn't very ladylike and she really didn't want Conor to see the rathermore drunk side of her, least of all because he could easily take advantage of it.

"Are you, alright?" she asked, he didn't look annoyed, but she would have preferred if he at least said a little something more. She was a very social creature, and she had rather being looking forward to being tested on how well she could hold her tongue around Conor... which wasn't very well at all really, but it was still fun to try. She was surprised when he tugged her closer, and for a fleeting moment she had a few of those thoughts that she really would have preferred she didn't have around him, but she didn't resist. It annoyed her greatly, he could have so easily... just then and she would have done nothing to resist. She wasn't going to have to do better than that this holiday if she wanted to keep it innocent and fun. Not that it wouldn't have been fun without the innocence...

Right, she was trying to be good here. And if she wanted to suceed she was going to have to keep a better leash on her thoughts. "If it's connected to Britain, Hogwarts or Sophia, it's hardly ever good." she replied to him, placing her free hand on his forearm before turning her head away. She couldn't look his way again until they were nearer to the taxi, the muggle taxi, ugh. It was only then that she took to smiling at Conor as he held the taxi door open for her, she slid in elegantly before answering his next questions. She had failed to notice that he was deliberately not looking at her, but that didn't mean she wasn't unsettled by his lack of conversation already.

"Bland?" she repeated, well, that was one of the more favourable answers he could have given she supposed. Vague, but at the same time it didn't inspire a great deal of unnecessary... envy. Not envy because she was possesive of Conor however, more because the Slytherin would have rathered that he, along with the rest of the male population, only had her on their thoughts, other females were far too inadequate to match up to her. Oh yes, quite vain Miss Amoris was, but she did not deny that. "Well... hopefully that'll change these next few weeks, hm?" she said, now trying to catch his eye, he couldn't ignore her in the taxi of all places - it was a confined space, and... that made it quite uncomfortable. "No, no I got all my rest on the train down. Are you?" she replied to his final question. "...I think I might be a little hungry." she continued, turning away to glance innocently out the window she did so. That was very, very obvious and almost felt rude. Almost, only it had been true and in certain situations Callisto failed to see the truth as rude. Like situations where is benefitted her.

[Kathryn]

Conor's simple motivation for not inviting anyone else had been that he'd simply wanted to get away from everyone. And really, how could he do that, if he invited them along to keep Callisto comfortable? Besides, if it really bothered her that much, well that worked to his advantage in some ways didn't it? Of course, being unaware of her discomfort, he couldn't quite exploit such a thing.

"Perfectly fine." Short answer, no elaboration and right to the point. It appeared she'd noted his unusual quietness. Now, Conor was never much of a talker, and he'd expected she'd quite possibly know that having spent the summer with him. He often prefered to let people talk, or he'd make comments here or there. But it was a bit odd for him to be this quiet. As soon as her concern for him, [flattering, to say the least], she'd start talking to fill space. He was rather counting on it.

"I wouldn't let the little Red Terror bother you, she's hardly much of a threat." Well, she shouldn't be bothered more then necessary. In terms of looks, the girls were fairly matched, but when it came to cunning and brain power, Sophia was drastically lacking. He, himself didn't care. Why should he? He saw Sophia if she'd come to visit Noel, and almost never anytime else.

He sent a small smile back her way as she slid into the taxi seat, and closed the door softly behind her and then getting into the taxi around the other side, entirely unhurried. After he was however seated in the horrible muggle contraption he gave directions to hotel and leaned back in his seat, keeping his gaze out on the window. "Bland." He confirmed. The ride to the hotel should be a short one. Twenty minutes at most.

Conor turned to look at her when she made her next comment and he raised an eyebrow slowly. "I'm sure it will..." He smirked at her next comment. Hungry? Hm. He wasn't surprised she didn't care if she sounded rude or not. She was a Slytherin and he had come to notice she went after what she wanted with little thought to other people. He had always admired that trait. He was much the same way. Of course, food usually wasn't whay he was worrying about..

"Not at all." He wasn't tired, why would he be? "We'll get youh settled into the hotel first." It would ruin the evening if she'd eaten and wasn't up to being spoiled with food. Conor did things when it suited him, and he supposed if she was going to simply die from hunger, he could have a house elf at the hotel get her some snack food. She'd probably be annoyed with him, but what did it matter? She'd get over it once the evening was over.

[Rachel]

"Okay." Callisto replied, trying her best not to shift uncomfortably. She really shouldn't be bothered about the curtness of his answer, but he just seemed a little more... talkative on paper than he did right now. She just wans't sure if she ought to talk more, or be quiet more, maybe she was just flat out getting on his nerves or something. She was used to doing that, only when she did she usually got more of a reaction, something to go on. Here she had nothing. And five seconds later nothing was beginning to put her seriously on edge. "What happened to Noel? I mean, I know you probably don't go everywhere together but... er... where'd she go this christmas?" Did Callisto care? Not particularly, the rather more dim one of the two twins was no where near her and that was really all that mattered, but for the sake of conversation she was willing to ask.

She couldn't help but smile in agreement when Conor named Sophia as a non-threat. At first, Callisto had to admit, she had been nervous about the fact that Sophia had had five years access to most of Callisto's inner workings and private thoughts, but after a few months of feuding with the redhead the Slytherin had come to realise that Sophia, quite simply, did not know how to feud. She hadn't the brain for it, because she hadn't any idea how to put her resources to good use. It was a darned shame. For her. "That is true, but that doesn't stop her from being a thorn in my backside." Callisto commented bitterly, shaking her head at the very thought. "Like that stupid, immature ink prank. I still can't get over, I mean, it was the one time I left my trunk unlocked, if I had locked it she probably wouldn't have been able to do it, her magical skill with a wand could only rival a squib in my opinion." Callisto was over-talking, volunteering too much information, but she couldn't see how any of what she was saying would cause her any harm. Besides, she'd rather talk far too much than not talk at all, especially if it provoked Conor into... being social perhaps?

Okay, Conor was definitely avoiding eye contact with her. If she wasn't far too proud for her own good sometimes, she would have probably asked if she'd done anything wrong by now. Nodding at his last sente- well word really, Callisto followed his suit and took to looking out the window more than looking at him. Which... was in fact... quite difficult to do - but she managed it. Trying her best to take interest in the French's old and poitless ruins which did nothing for Callisto, except maybe decorate the scenery that passed them by as they drove onwards to the hotel. "Settled? ...Okay." she agreed, before returning her attention to the very boring window. Perhaps it would have proved more interesting to the brunette if it affected her or her state of mind in some way, but right now she was still far too pre-occupied with Conor's lack of conversation.

And then she realised something else. They were going to a hotel... alone. No, no, Callisto was of age now, she was a responsible adult. Okay, no, she wasn't. But she was quite sure that there really wasn't any need to get overly panicked about probably sharing a room with an extremely gorgeous guy, in a foreign country, where people didn't know her and couldn't say anything to her boyfriend. Keep a better leash on those thoughts... she reminded herself, sinking back into her seat and risking a look over to Conor. "Am I in a room of my own then? I... don't believe I speak French." It was an odd sort of statement, but she did note that for some reason, on occasion, she did somewhat understand what a French person said, but she was quite sure she'd never spoken a word of it in her life. And if she had - she had definitely forgotten how to speak it by now.

[Kathryn]

Guessing how uncomfortable she was, and seeing as the topic he'd gotten her on, his sister, was so undesirable, he'd decided to pay better attention to her. Or at least, talk more. If he kept looking away from her, she might still blab something he could use. Of course, he genuinely enjoyed her company, she really was a true Slytherin, he wouldn't have allowed her to join him if he didn't. There were very few people Conor actually enjoyed being around, and so his intent to 'use' information didn't have a malicious intent behind it. But he was a Slytherin [or rather had been], and he knew to get the things he needed he'd need to be cunning and sneaky and make use of her weaknesses. If it didn't hurt her, what did it matter? He had very little guilt to spare on something like that.

"She found somewhere else to be for Christmas. Didn't want to spend it with the family either." That might have been because their Father was over bearing and ever since she was being home schooled she'd had to deal with him constantly, and the fact that she couldn't speak Italian made her time with her other relatives awkward, rather than she simply disliked them. Which he did. "She's in Dublin, visiting some Christian guy. He was always with her at Hogwarts."

He vaguely remembered the name from his time there, but couldn't quite place him. But his sister wrote of him often and if she hadn't been writing in such a platonic and girlish manner, and wasn't dating Seth Mace, he'd have assumed he was her boyfriend.

"And she isn't here. So hush." He was trying to keep his voice as gentle as possible instead of diving straight into commanding. As much as he enjoyed helping her plot, she had a devious mind, much like his own, the last thing that he wanted to do was spend his vacation thinking of his sisters friend. The last thing Callisto needed on this vacation as well was being reminded of Sophia and her poofter boyfriend. How was he supposed to relax if she was on edge all the time and irritating him?

A sigh. That information, while useful, was more then he wanted on that particular subject. Why worry about it? The damage was done, now only came the revenge and acceptance. "She'd have found something else to smear ink over. You'll just have to get her back, hm?" He didn't offer to help. He knew that she could guess he'd have no problem sabotaging someone he didn't know and would do it if asked.

He smirked mildly at her reluctance to agree to get settled in. Was she uncomfortable at the prospect of being alone with him? Well, well, well...He could have some fun with that, all depending on why. If it was that she was simply really that hungry and reluctant to agree, he'd have to remedy that somehow. Pale blue eyes turned finally to pay complete attention to her.

"I booked a suite. Main room, like...a large den. Two bedrooms, and a bathroom. It's one of the smaller ones they offer." He was rich, and as such enjoyed spending money, as it was all fairly pocket change for him, but he wasn't an idiot. Getting the biggest suite they offered would do nothing but be a waste. Besides, what would be the point of spending time with her in Paris if the suite was so large they weren't much in each other's company? It was large enough as it was.

[Rachel]

Ah, Christian. Well, if it wasn't just the best news ever to hear that there was absolutely no chance of running into him. Not that Callisto didn't realise the chances of running into him were extremely slim anyway [given that she was not staying with Felicity or anywhere near Ireland this time], but to know that there wasn't even the slightest off chance that they might bump into him on the Parisian streets comforted her greatly. Now if only she had the same comfort of knowing such a thing abut Sophia and Heaven. Hopefully the girl was spending Christmas at Hogwarts, and so was he, and failing that, at the very least they were staying the hell away from France. "Hm, shame, I do so enjoy her company." she commented in regard to Noel, it would have sounded genuine, if Callisto didn't know that they both knew her feelings towards the girl quite well.

Conor, Conor had just told her to hush? Callisto let out a short surprised chuckle, looking at him in disbelief. That had been... the most straightforward thing he had said since her arrival. That was perhaps why she had been so caught off guard by it, there was no question of what he might have actually meant there. "Okay... fine." she said, pretending to sound offended, only her smirk gave her away easily. Easily, the brunette seemed more at ease now than she had been a few seconds before. "Yes, I suppose I will." she replied to him, thinking of the few plots she had planned up her sleeve as she continued to take in the sights they went past. She could have asked him for help, but she was here to, well mainly to recharge. Once she returned to Hogwarts with her mind emptied of all it's previous drama, she would see what was what and what Conor might be able to help with - because she did like to work with him, things just seemed to go quicker with his help. She wouldn't have been surprised if he couldn't help her though, as was most likely.

She did notice when he finally turned to look at her, how could she not. It was part of what had been setting her on edge from the walk up to the taxi and then for the taxi journey itself. She turned to meet his eye, smiling coyly before having to look out the window again quickly. It was funny how she had thought a look would have put her at ease, when all it really did was make her slightly more, well, not uncomfortable, but something along those lines. Like he was seeing a little too much of her and inside her, and Callisto really didn't want that given what she was thinking... trying not to think.

Nodding in the correct places the Slytherin listened carefully to the outlay of the suite. "That's... cosy..." she said quietly, risking another shy glance in his direction before looking out the window. She had to force herself to stretch there and then really, because she could not continue doing that. She knew [or she felt like] she was probably giving far too much of herself away and she was determined to behave. Which meant she could not sit and give Conor all these shy glances which might suggest the wrong things to him. Wrong by whose book she couldn't quite work out, was it her book, or Sophia's? She just didn't want the red haired dwarf to be right, so Callisto knew she ought to straighten out her behaviour before that. "I'm so glad I don't have to attend that rotten yule ball." Callisto said, smiling gratefully at Conor. Hopefully all signs of 'coyness' were long gone now.

[Kathryn]

"I'm sure she feels quite the same." He said dryly, knowing full well they both couldn't stand each other, Noel more of because of loyalty to Sophia and Christian and the fact that Callisto had never been very nice to her more then anything else. Callisto simply disliked her because, well, Conor had never really bothered to ask why. He didn't really care. The important part in the equation he figured, was the fact that she didn't like her. After that, it was all irrelevant.

He smirked over at her at her little sound of surprise, well that had certainly been an ice breaker. She'd given him information and now he needed her to be comfortable enough so he could spend the rest of the two weeks irritation free. Amusing her was doing a good job of that. "Funny, you've agreed and yet you keep running at the mouth. Tsk." He chided as if he really ment to scold her for speaking.

In all honestly, now that she was simply refering to it and not really speaking of it, he wasn't in the least irritated. "Once you have, try to remember to send a detailed account. I imagine it'll be a source of amusement." Her plans usually were. Sometimes it was simply because they were rather bad [if only because some of them seemed like she'd planned them too quickly], but then he suggested things to fine tune them, and sometimes it was because they were simply amusing to picture happening to someone, whether they deserved it or not.

He arched an eyebrow at her coy smile and then bite his lip slowly in response to the shy looks she kept darting in his direction. He was fairly certain she'd never done anything of the kind before in his presence and he was at a mild loss as to what exactly she was thinking. The fact that she wasn't looking at him any longer didn't help in him figuring it out anytime soon, and he figured if he'd get a pretty big enough clue if he could draw her attention to him.

"Mmmm. I remember the only ball I was ever subjected too at Hogwarts...Glad I could save you from it."

[Rachel]

Callisto had never really considered up until that point what Noel had thought of her. And once she did, for one millionth of a second, it was a thought that was long forgotten and forced to the back of her mind. Callisto hadn't liked Noel because Callisto had blamed Noel for that ever growing rift that had been occuring between herself and Sophia a while back, because then it had been Noel's fault. Now, when Callisto could quite easily say that she and Sophia were definitely not friends, when it would have made sense to try and reconcile with the girl, Callisto hated her because she associated with Sophia... and because she was a former Hufflepuff. Callisto did not associate with that house, neither it's ex-occupants nor it's current ones, Doyle notwithstanding of course. He was the exception to a great many of the Brunette's rules.

Now being scolded by Conor, Callisto had to admit that was a rather... odd experience. She really couldn't tell if there was seriousness behind it or not, but for the sake of the days ahead which she had to spend with him, she chose to believe that he was only jesting. She put on a childish pout and looked at him sorrowfully, mumbling some sort of mock apology for her "bad behaviour". After that though, it was time for the childishness to end. True, Callisto was not the most mature of people, but even she had limits to how immature she could act before she irritated herself. "Of course.." she affirmed with regard to her plans about Sophia. She opened her mouth to say something else but as soon as shut it again and took to looking away from Conor. She had only just realised that she knew very little about what kinds of plots Conor went through with in Italy, in fact she knew very little about what Conor did in Italy period, probably due to her being more concerned about herself, as always. And yet she couldn't bring herself to pry just yet.

"This year's ball would have been extremely boring." Callisto commented, only just noticing that the taxi was coming to a halt. She was somewhat grateful for that she didn't really want to get into a conversation about her affairs at Hogwarts, well, at least, not where Heaven was concerned. And she felt extremely certain that it would have come up with regard to the ball. sliding out of the taxi as delicately as she had got in, Callisto took a look at the evidently expensive hotel. Pocket change to Conor seemed to be worth a whole lot more to Callisto, but she would have never made such a comment out loud. She was determined to look rich even if she wasn't, otherwise she would have spent the majority of her Hogwarts years at the social level her grandmother had been at. Which was... pitiful to say the least.

There wasn't much interest in the hotel, or the room that they were staying in, on Callisto's part. She made note of a few things she could do here and there to keep herself amused for the week they were staying there, but after she was satisfied and had a quick change into something a little more... upscale whilst Conor attended to what he needed to, they both left for the rather late dinner.

Paris was certainly beautiful at night. The Slytherin was quite sure that not picture nor opinion had ever done the lights of paris justice. This time she had very little difficulty keeping her eyes off Conor as she passed the streets at his side in yet another taxi. She had decided to go out in one of her more expensive cream coloured dresses and a heavy winter cloak with matching shoes. Laziness getting the better of her again as she hadn't bothered with her hair. She didn't quite know where they were going, but she was definitely looking forward to it after seeing the standard that the hotel had been at. She could have quite happily eaten there, in fact. "So, where are we going?" she asked her dear companion as her eyes took in the details of all the fancy restuarants they passed. Obviously not the one he had been looking for though.