[attr="class","pumpkinjuicetext2"]Genevieve Le Pointe stood in the mirror, adjusting her dress for the hundredth time. She tilted her head to stare at her reflection in the mirror when she heard a slight cough from behind her. Her father, in fluent French, commented: "You look beautiful, darling." She smiled, turning to face him. "Merci papa." She replied, running her hands down her pale rose gown. 16-year-old Genevieve was being presented to her boyfriend's extended family tonight at their gala. The Armande's were one of France's most prominent wizarding families. It was, of course, a plus that the heir to the family fortune was dating a half Veela woman - securing the Armande good looks continued into future generations. Genevieve had been dating her boyfriend Victor since she was 14 and this was the first time they would be taking their relationship public in front of all of French society.
A knock caused her to jump, whirling to face her foyer with a beaming smile. Her father chuckled and waved his hand for her to remain there as he stepped over to answer the door. Brief introductions were had and, drawing in a breath, Victor stepped inside. Genevieve walked over to meet him, drawing him into a hug and kissing both cheeks. "Victor, tu es très beau." She breathed, stepping back to look at him. Though Genevieve was a half veela, you'd never know her boyfriend wasn't. His slicked-back hair accentuated his chiseled jaw and his bright green eyes practically sparkled. Genevieve was going to marry this man. "Are you ready to go?" SHe asked, gripping tight to his arm.
[attr="class","pumpkinjuicetext2"]Victor cleared his throat, straightening his tie in the mirror. This was it. The night he finally introduced Genevieve to his extended family. The two had been dating for 2+ years and it was time for the introductions to be made. The Armande family was one of great wealth and Victor was next in line to pass on the family name. His choice in half-veela Genevieve was more than suitable for his family. He ran one more hand through his slicked-back hair and exhaled. His parents had left half an hour prior so they could greet their guests. Victor, having recently acquiring his apparation license, was going to pick his girlfriend up separately. He waved goodbye to his house elf Teeter and apparated to the Le Pointe's doorstep. Victor cleared his throat and raised his hand to knock lightly on the door.
"Good evening, sir." Victor said as Mr. Le Pointe answered the door. "Victor, don't you look nice! Come in," her father greeted, ushering the young man through the threshold. Victor stepped inside but had to pause at the entryway; leaning against the wall in awe, all he could do was stare. Her briefly registered Genevieve speaking, too dumbstruck by her beauty to manage a word. She glided over to him, as only a Veela could, and wrapped her arms around him. He drew in a breath and returned her kisses lightly. "Are you ready to go?" She asked, knocking him out of his haze. "You look stunning," he said hurriedly, flashing his girlfriend a smile. "Yes, I'm ready. Mr. Le Pointe." He shook the older man's hand once more before stepping back and placing his free hand on Genevieve's arm.
One stomach-clenching moment later and the two of them landed firmly just outside a large, elegant chateau. "My grandparents' home." He told her, leading the way up to the front doors. Victor leaned down to kiss his girlfriend gently on the cheek before they stepped inside. As they entered, Victor found it no surprise that every man's eyes looked up to stare. Genevieve's veela blood made sure that happened. Though Victor was certain they would have stared even without it. How he ended up with the most beautiful girl in all of Beauxbatons, he wasn't sure. But he knew he was lucky. "There's the English Minister of Magic - Cornelius Fudge. Keep watch for his wife, though. If looks could kill." He snickered, watching the English woman grow increasingly more flustered at her husband's blatant staring.
"Victor." At the sound of his name, the blonde turned. His grandfather stood, eyeing the couple with scrutiny. It was almost as if Genevieve's veela heritage had no effect. Almost. Victor noticed the familiar haze of the eyes. "Grandfather, this is the girl I was wanting you to meet. Genevieve Le Pointe, Edmond Armande. My grandfather." He waited with baited breath for his grandfather's reaction, eager to see if he approved. The older man blinked, snapping himself out of his trance, and took Genevieve's small hand in his. "Enchantée," he said simply, placing a kiss atop her porcelain hand. "My grandson is very taken with you, mademoiselle." Victor felt his cheeks burn as his grandfather spoke, muttering nothings under his breath.
