 hehe Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict
It had been years since she had set foot in England, but one thing Milena Désirée Villeneuve prided herself on being was where the action was. While there were obvious rumblings back home in France, and, she assumed around the world just by the very nature of the rumors she’d heard. Some of which she’d been all to happy to pass on, but the other thing Mila prided herself on was knowing where the most advantageous location to be was. And that was obviously England, as it appeared to be the epicenter of all the rumblings.
Although the message from Zabini not long after she had arrived had rather come as a surprise, it hadn’t broken her stride as she’d made her way into Knockturn Alley rather fashionably late. She preferred to run on her own time schedule, after all, and it wasn’t hard to recognize him once she’d stepped into the pub. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting,” she said lightly as she sat across from him and lifted the glass to her lips.
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