Don't make me change my mind[1]

[Noelle Cheever]

-Noelle glided down the street, sporting her brand new wardrobe as she did so. It’d been a while since she’d been in Diagon Alley, and it was a sight for sore eyes. She passed her own flat and smiled up at it, but continued to walk. All she wanted was a nice cup of coffee in a familiar place out in the open. It’d been drizzling lightly and although her umbrella was keeping her dry slightly, the wind and rain was blowing at an angle, so her trench coat and stocks were now damp. She passed by shops, including full moon potions, which made her smile, and the Leaky, and Twillfits and Tattings, and other memories popping in her mind. Although most weren’t exactly fond memories, the few good ones she had over rode all of them. Noelle continued down the street and spotted a cozy café near the end of the sidewalk, and she darted under the awning.-

-Not surprising to the superstar, it was unnaturally warm outside under the rain protector and she waved down a waitress as she magically dried herself and her umbrella. The waitress ran out, an elderly lady, perhaps in her sixties, and wrote down Nolies order of a vanilla coffee, two creams, one sugar, and scampered off into the building. She sat down at one of the tiled seats and withdrew her hat and glasses, placing them in her tote bag before sliding her trench over the back of the chair and staring out at the light rain. -

-She missed this, the only thing missing would be a companion… a romantic one. But Noelle had given up on the idea of a man (or in the past year through her experiences, a woman!) quick. Men were drawn to her Veela blood, but now that she was a public figure (on a less scandalous stature than before) she had to worry about men just simply wanting her for her money, future fame, etc. She was following her dreams, but the idea of a family, the idea of a husband who loves her for her, the idea of a child holding her close and whispering “J'taime, momma!” made her question her career choice. Her coffee came and she thanked them and flipped through a magazine they’d brought with it.-

[Lorcan d'Eath]

Rainy days were good for Lorcan. The thick cloud overhead blocked out the sun rays that would normally have burned his pale, vampiric skin. Lorcan used opportunities like this to get out before nightfall to carry out his business. Even half vampire rock stars had things they needed to do. Lorcan was on his way back down Diagon Alley after visiting Gringotts. His vault had significantly more money in it after the tremendous sales of his latest single, but something had gone wrong with the administration and the fourteen owls he'd recieved to his Kensington home had said he needed to go in personally to sort it out. If only to stop the damn birds turning up and frightening his muggle neighbors, Lorcan had given in. In the end, it hadn't taken too long to figure out, just a couple of signatures required on some papers and an autograph for a curse breaker who'd happened to see him in the hallway.

Normally Lorcan wouldn't have been up so early in the day, but now he was, it seemed silly to head straight home. Besides, he was hungry, and where better to hunt for a tasty, pretty little morsel than Diagon Alley?

Spotting a little cafe tucked back from the alley with a large canopy to keep the rain away, Lorcan headed over. The large, floppy hood of his long, black leather cloak was over his head, keeping the rain off his shoulder-length blonde hair, but he pushed it down as he stepped under cover. Even though the day was dark, Lorcan's customary dark sunglasses were placed over his eyes. Even the slightest light stung his eyes, but the glasses made it more bearable.

He took a seat at a little table, glancing up as someone came to take his order. He waved the woman away, saying he wanted time to consider his choices. In fact, he wasn't interested in coffee at all. His eyes were scanning the customers and people in the street for someone who might be able to provide him with the beveridge he really fancied right now; blood.

[Noelle Cheever]

-The sky was getting darker by the minute, and Noelle looked up. She knew a rainstorm was on its way, and she was half hoping it would. Nothing was prettier than a London rain storm, although many would disagree with her. She leaned back, closing her magazine and drinking her coffee. It was relaxing, there were hardly any people out and the few that were on the street were either hustling to their houses, place of business, or the café or one of the bars near by. One person she noted seemed familiar. Without looking obvious, Noelle set her emerald eyes at the small table they placed themselves at. In an instant the name popped into her head: Lorcan d’Eath, the half vampire rockstar. If she’d been in this same spot three years ago the poor girl would have either been grinning ear to ear holding herself back from begging for an autograph, or getting up and screaming that there was a vampire near her.-

-Through the past two years Noelle had (slightly) gotten over her fear of vampires. She knew not all Vamps were out to tear out her neck and drain her- and her loved ones- of all blood in her body. Although she still readjusted her scarf that covered up her scars that the Turner brothers had so, vigorously, decided to gift her. She took another sip of her coffee and looked at a waitress who was helping another customer just a few feet away.-

“Could I get a slice of lemon cake, s'il vous plait? Merci.”

-She smiled, and the waitress nodded before going back inside. Noelle turned back to the street, green eyes watching as the rain seemed to fall in larger drops all around them.-

[Lorcan d'Eath]

Lorcan had noticed the blonde woman before she ordered the cake, but the words of French only piqued his interest even more. Lorcan felt sure he recognised her, but he couldn't quite place her. He thought he'd remember a face like that if they'd actually met before, but then, in his line of work, you saw so many faces every day it was easy to forget most of them. Eventually, Lorcan decided to find out what it was he found so familiar about the girl.

Pushing himself up from the chair where he was sat, Lorcan sauntered across to the woman's table, looking down at her from behind his sunglasses. "Bonjour," Lorcan said, using his limited knowledge of the French language. Still, somehow he managed to make it sound charming and he smiled to reinforce the impression.

[Noelle Cheever]

-Bonjour a voice said, and Noelle turned her gaze back to Lorcan. In the amount of moments she’d lost herself to her own random dreamings, he’d made his way over to her table. It was a charming attempt at her language, like most people, but of course he being a vampire and a rock star the charm came almost naturally it seemed. She graced him with her trademark smile, of course to her it was just a smile, but to the record producers and what not, that was her defining feature.-

Bonjour

-She replied back, idly. She took a sip of her coffee and pulled a strand of bleach blonde hair behind her ear.-

Monsieur d’Earth, I assume?

-She knew it was him, of course anyone who was anyone knew it was him, but it was polite to ask, especially in her line of work.-