[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=9F6D88]Fleur La Mallificum[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/0f58161262c5a5fd9a36a3bfda0e5089/tumblr_onc46vdSIu1tebpzgo1_500.gif[/img][hr][color=9F6D88][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Witch Coven House[/center][hr]

Fleur listened intently as the rather large man spouted and shouted at her. She nodded like a concerned mother would as her child rattled off a story about their day and why they had bruises and cuts on them, but she really didn't care. In fact, she wasn't too worried about this man and his penchant for loudness and punching and accusing. She had Nera behind her and Malakith beside her. If anything went South, she was assured this man wouldn't take another step.

Still, it was annoying to deal with. [color=9F6D88]"My goodness, sir. I've been nothing but gracious since you came pounding at my door, even so far as to offer you tea and yet, you continue to scream and shout. I can deal with insults to my person as I've heard all manner of things, but I will not tolerate any insults thrown at my flock."[/color]

So she got close to the man, stepping up to his ugly, roundish face. Her smile was electrifying but her eyes betrayed any semblance of happiness. They read "Fear me!" [color=9F6D88]"Now I know your name, Sigmund, a dangerous thing for a witch to have, you realize. I, however, am kind. Leave, do not bother us again, return to your...boat, as you mention and never darken this doorstep again. And if I hear otherwise that you are anything but a kind and decent person I truly know you to be,"[/color] she said with huge hints of sarcasm, [color=9F6D88]"I will find you when you least expect it. Or when you most expect it. And I will handle things. And no one will be the wiser. They will say "Sigmund who?" Remember this, Sig."[/color] She pecked the man on the cheek and shut the door in his face before turning to face the two others.

[color=9F6D88]"Now. I believe we have a Coronation to attend?"[/color]