[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 whisked herself around the room, pretending like she was at the party. All eyes on her, of course. She debated changing her hair but decided against it. It was already perfection, why mess with it? 

It was then she heard a distant crash and felt a small tremor. It seemed Mal was with the kids. She smiled, thinking of all the mischief he was currently getting into. It pleased her, but she worried for their safety. She knew Malekith wouldn't do anything to harm his reputation presently, but it was hard to combat the belief that at any moment, he could betray her.

Nera would see to that. She trusted Nera wholeheartedly and trust was not often given in her line of work. Fleur checked herself out one last time before she picked up a small knife and sheathed it on her thigh. One could never be too careful, of course. She made her way downstairs to await the others, thinking of all the delicious things they were about to do. This would truly be the most memorable event.