"Oh, boo," Victoire says. "I was hoping you'd gotten bolder in your old age." She uses her own quill to dramatically check "HAS SKINNY-DIPPED" before flicking the card back over to Cris. He was right, of course.
"I'm bold enough," Criswell murmurs, mostly to himself, before fumbling to catch the card out of the air. It lands on the table in front of him instead and he squares it neatly with his fingers as he adds, "Why would I care if you've been skinny dipping, anyway...? And you've seen me play the piano."
"Why would you care? Oh, Cris." This was more hopeless than Victoire had ever thought possible. She shakes her head sadly. "Never mind that."
She smoothes out her skirt a little, as if something inside her had just decided that she was settling in for the long haul. The aura of exaggerated coquettishness drops away. "Catch me up, darling. Last time I saw you, you were just starting with your grandfather. You must be an expert wandmaker by now."
It's absolutely possible that they've bumped into each other in the interim; Vic has a good memory for interpersonal details, but when one has an ego the size of Jupiter, sometimes the finer points of others' lives get lost.
The tone and the expression on Victoire's face -- is that pity? -- makes Criswell scowl. He leans back in his chair, folding his arms indignantly across his chest. She can skinny dip as much or as little as she wants. He doesn't care. But then she moves on. So...he does the same.
"Not exactly. I've...changed course?" He uncrosses his arms and straightens again so he can slip a small card case out of his inner pocket and take one out for her. The business cards are on neat blue cardstock with reflective silver writing that identifies both his new teacher and his new (though not that new anymore) occupation as a luthier. His squares his shoulders and tilts his chin thoughtlessly upward as he offers his former classmate the card, evidently pleased with himself.
"What about you? Are you still..." He stops. Victoire is and always has been notoriously impulsive. There's no way she's held the same job all this time. "What are you up to?"
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Re: SPEED DATING BINGO: Victoire D-W
"You must play the piano."
Re: SPEED DATING BINGO: Victoire D-W
Re: SPEED DATING BINGO: Victoire D-W
She smoothes out her skirt a little, as if something inside her had just decided that she was settling in for the long haul. The aura of exaggerated coquettishness drops away. "Catch me up, darling. Last time I saw you, you were just starting with your grandfather. You must be an expert wandmaker by now."
It's absolutely possible that they've bumped into each other in the interim; Vic has a good memory for interpersonal details, but when one has an ego the size of Jupiter, sometimes the finer points of others' lives get lost.
Re: SPEED DATING BINGO: Victoire D-W
"Not exactly. I've...changed course?" He uncrosses his arms and straightens again so he can slip a small card case out of his inner pocket and take one out for her. The business cards are on neat blue cardstock with reflective silver writing that identifies both his new teacher and his new (though not that new anymore) occupation as a luthier. His squares his shoulders and tilts his chin thoughtlessly upward as he offers his former classmate the card, evidently pleased with himself.
"What about you? Are you still..." He stops. Victoire is and always has been notoriously impulsive. There's no way she's held the same job all this time. "What are you up to?"