| Details for Unfit Company for a Lestrange |
| Summary: | Balthazar notices Rhyeline at Cafe Tasseo, but rejects her company upon learning her surname. |
| Date: | Tuesday, September 10, 1938 |
| Location: | Cafe Tasseo |
| Related: | Silent as a Mouse |
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Café Tasseo
Named for the art of Tasseomancy (Tea Leaf Reading), the posh Cafe Tasseo offers complimentary tea leaf reading to its customers. The cafe has a sort of French elegance to it, but it is much less flagrant, which makes it pure British. The chairs are all padded dining chairs of mahogany and golden embossed fabric one would expect to find in a Louis XIV style without all the pomp of leaves and flanges, just smooth curvaceous lines of mahogany. The use of mahogany, gold and pristine white is throughout the spacious room.
The ceiling is a floral mosaic of white and gold with chandeliers and light fixtures dangling from the mosaic in appropriate places. The gold gilding continues into the walls, accenting raised relief panels on the columns between the windows. The panels share the floral motif of the ceiling, intricately crafted down to the last detail. The windows themselves are just as magnificently turned out; the top quarter is draped in gold shades, the bottom half covered by white sheers, allowing the patrons privacy yet letting ample light through the uncovered section of glass.
It is midafternoon when Balthazar strides into Cafe Tasseo with his head held high. He glances around briefly with a haughty expression and a faint smirk as he finds himself a seat. Looking over the menu he gives his order quietly to the waitress who hurried over to take it. The woman heads off to get his food and he settles back in his chair dark eyes sweeping over the room for anything that might catch his interest. Those here seem dreadfully uninteresting so far and the young man taps his manicured hands on the table with a bored expression while he waits on his food.
The bright afternoon light brings out the gloss in Rhyeline's thick, dark hair. Sitting by a window, the little mouse gazes out onto the street with a lost, thoughtful look in her dark eyes. A half-eaten plate of scones sits on the table before her. She warms her hands against the sides of a cup of tea.
As Balthazar's eyes sweep through the room he glances twoards a nearby window spotting Rhyeline in the process. He studies her a moment a smrik playing on his lips as he rises from his seat. With confidence and just a hint of arrogance he swaggers over to where the dark haired witch sits. He stands next to her table and smiles his most charming smile. "Hello again bonita raton. I hope the day finds you well. I was hoping you might like my company for the moment?"
Rhyeline's eyes lift as Balthazar nears her table. Catching sight of him, her hands tighten a bit around her teacup. After a moment of hesitation, she gives a little nod. Her dark gaze remains fixed on his, cautious.
With a smirk Balthazar sinks gracefully into the seat beside her. "Thank you my dear. How have you been? I recall that I still haven't managed to get your name yet…a shame that. I will just have to keep trying won't I?" His smirk widens and his eyes look her over assessing her carefully. The look is sharp almost predatory much like the one she got on thier first meeting.
A subtle warmth emerges in Rhyeline's cheeks under such a stare. When she speaks, her voice is a soft and sweet as one might expect. Her accent is delicate and clear, with the slightest hint of French influence. "My name is Rhyeline Diderot."
Dark eyes narrow a bit as Balthazar looks thoughtful trying to recall the family name. After a moment of contemplation he frowns and shakes his head softly. "What a waste…a Mudblood I would assume or perhaps a Half-blood. Either way it doesn't really matter. Unfit company for a Lestrange." He sniffs dismissively and rises to his feet once more giving her a look of extreme distaste that practically screams 'Purist'. "Excuse me Miss Diderot" He drawls the name with a level of disgust. With a final sneer he heads back for his own table settling down at it just as his tea and food arrives. He takes a bit of the expensive seafood dish and proceeds to eat and ignore.
Rhyeline blinks at the sudden distaste and tilts her head to the side with a look that seems more interested than hurt. A soft smile almost touches her lips as he withdraws with a sneer and returns to his table. Unruffled, the little one looks back out the window and takes a slow sip of tea.