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Catch a bit of suntan, maybe?

*amused eye-roll* Oh, of course. No one could possibly object to my prancing through Paris in naught but a pair of undergarments.

Underpants? Well... they might be... startled?

Or do you mean a bathing suit? THAT I don't think people will actually notice much. Unless, of course, it's in the middle of winter. But then you should be worried more about your health than for people's opinion.

Which, for that matter, isn't all that important anyway.

*wry smile* Unfortunately, I do not own swimwear or else I might consider it.

Are they not? Society is based upon opinions, after all.

*snorts* Want me to conjure you a few pairs? With pretty pink flowers on them?

Society may be, but have you heard somebody call 'witch!' in a crowd? They all hate us. So what? I don't care. They don't fly on brooms, feeling the wind up there through their hair. They can't catch a snitch or apparate. Honestly... why should I care what they think?
For that matter, some witches and wizards too. *shrugs* It's not 'society's' opinion that ought to matter. Just the opinion of those who are important. Usually a few only.

And, you know? In the end, the person you always end up living with is yourself. You're the ultimate judge of your actions. The opinion that matters is yours. Your mind, and your heart are those you should always follow.

*smirk* I would certainly enjoy being the envy of every man in Paris but I am afraid I must decline your generous offer.

*embittered* Then what if even those few who should matter want nothing to do with you?

In the end, the person you always end up living with is yourself. That is what I am afraid of.

*grins* Thought not. But I did have to offer!

*snaps out of the joke and frowns a little* Nothing? Are you certain of it? What did you d- what happened for them to feel that way?

Unfortunately... that's the case. Only one way to escape it, and I don't recommend it. You could... try to improve the ratio... make up for some stuff sometimes, you know? But some things just... stay with you, no matter what.

*headshake* I would rather not, you would share their feelings.

~~is already too late for that.~~

*grins* That's some vote of confidence. I forgave my aunt, who killed me. I kinda know you can't beat that.

~~You breathe. You fight. It's a good world, but you must find the right angle to look at it. And even out the balance.~~

*wry smile* No, perhaps not.

~~And if you are the one causing the imbalance?~~

I certainly wouldn't. *wink*

Oh, I believe even you would think me mad, Meg.

Not if it was an overly warm day. *giggle*

*amused* It would certainly have to be.

I hear fresh air does one a world of good.

I doubt there is much fresh air to be had in a city, Madame.

No, probably not. Only you only said outdoors, not the city specifically.

*nod* True enough, and the air is likely better than that in my Populaire.

I don't think it's healthy, keeping yourself confined the way you do. Say, I happen to know a place. Picturesque but remote.

Fancy going for a walk?

On the contrary, it has guaranteed me my health.

*hesitates, apprehensive* How remote?

Absolutely private. It's sort of my haven, as it were.

In that case, it would be my pleasure. *small smile*

Magic!

See you in a bit.

*bows* Gladly.

... Where?

Through there. *points to a door in the wall*

Whatever business you would like, Erik.

None, in that case.

And why should you not partake?

Because others have dubbed me unworthy of such luxuries.

We- I have never thought so.

You are more compassionate than most.

You are more than you believe.

Doubtful, but who's word is better to believe than that of a Fate. *small smile*

Do not doubt my word, Erik.

*amused* Oh, I would not dare to, Madame.