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Yvonne Quimby
Beauxbatons Alumna - Twenty Seven - Pureblood - Foreign Affairs
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Yvonne Quimby
Beauxbatons Alumna - Twenty Seven - Pureblood - Foreign Affairs
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As Yvonne kept her wand pointed at the demi-vampire dude, she was surprised to see him cross his arms. No retaliation, no confusion, not even a blink in response. The Frenchwoman eyed him up and down briefly. He didn’t even seem the least bit rattled. “Who would I expose it to? No one’s around,” Yves responded matter-of-factly with a slight threatening tone. There wasn’t a muggle in sight, and she doubted any of them were hiding and watching. No one had been around before she even confronted the monster.
And there he went, on another rant about their unfortunate meeting. And, oh! Look at that. Another insult was thrown at her, but this time, in French. Two could play at that game. “Oh, va te faire foutre!” Yvonne honestly didn’t even really know if he’d understand what that meant, but if he knew any French, he probably knew the swear words. That was how it usually worked when learning a new language. Curious minds learn to cuss someone out right after learning to say ‘hello, goodbye,’ and ‘thank you’ in a foreign language. The rest of his rant, however, didn’t make much sense to her as the way she saw it, he was attempting to assault her. Nothing would change her mind about that, including the mention of a cappuccino and air conditioning – which sounded pretty damn good right about now. Maybe she’d go get one and sit in a cool café, just to get her mind off of today’s event. If he had followed her all the way to the café, however, she’d jinx him on the spot.
Yvonne made a face as the man turned his back to her, but kept standing there. He was really acting like a child about this whole thing. The Frenchwoman hesitated but put her wand away regardless, mostly because she could see his wand sticking out from his jean pocket and didn’t think he’d be reaching for it at any point without proper reason to. Yves didn’t really know if she should explain to him that she wasn’t about to ‘curse him at the back’ or if she should just apparate away and let him figure it out on his own. For some reason, she began to feel a little bad about the whole situation, but that was probably what he wanted. That was why he turned the whole thing around on her. She knew a toxic person when she spoke to one, and she wouldn’t let that happen again. “I don’t care if you apologize,” she stated, “because you won’t be apologizing for the real reason. Now, good day.” With that, Yvonne apparated away and all that was left was a gust of wind that scattered a couple of dried up leaves around.
And there he went, on another rant about their unfortunate meeting. And, oh! Look at that. Another insult was thrown at her, but this time, in French. Two could play at that game. “Oh, va te faire foutre!” Yvonne honestly didn’t even really know if he’d understand what that meant, but if he knew any French, he probably knew the swear words. That was how it usually worked when learning a new language. Curious minds learn to cuss someone out right after learning to say ‘hello, goodbye,’ and ‘thank you’ in a foreign language. The rest of his rant, however, didn’t make much sense to her as the way she saw it, he was attempting to assault her. Nothing would change her mind about that, including the mention of a cappuccino and air conditioning – which sounded pretty damn good right about now. Maybe she’d go get one and sit in a cool café, just to get her mind off of today’s event. If he had followed her all the way to the café, however, she’d jinx him on the spot.
Yvonne made a face as the man turned his back to her, but kept standing there. He was really acting like a child about this whole thing. The Frenchwoman hesitated but put her wand away regardless, mostly because she could see his wand sticking out from his jean pocket and didn’t think he’d be reaching for it at any point without proper reason to. Yves didn’t really know if she should explain to him that she wasn’t about to ‘curse him at the back’ or if she should just apparate away and let him figure it out on his own. For some reason, she began to feel a little bad about the whole situation, but that was probably what he wanted. That was why he turned the whole thing around on her. She knew a toxic person when she spoke to one, and she wouldn’t let that happen again. “I don’t care if you apologize,” she stated, “because you won’t be apologizing for the real reason. Now, good day.” With that, Yvonne apparated away and all that was left was a gust of wind that scattered a couple of dried up leaves around.
((OOC: translation – “Oh, go ******** yourself!”))
I wanna get lost in translation with you ♪ ❤
I wanna get lost in translation with you ♪ ❤
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