Post by Julian Forbes on Aug 13, 2007 16:13:26 GMT -5
It had been a brief 10 minutes since he had left the Minister of Magic to deal with that "Voice of the Black Forest Church", and every second that he was away he didn't like it. When one is surrounded with religion as a boy and one actually sees priests doing what religion and the people require of them, you get an image set in stone. That icy blonde didn't fit into that frame at all, and if he smelled treachery from that side of the table: Julian Forbes would be the first to cast the stone. However now was not that time for any outbursts or unsteady purpose.
He had to compose himself for dealing with the representative from the Spanish families. And from what he had read on her file at headquarters, she was a tough customer in every aspect. She was a Joan of Arc, a Katrina from Taming of the Shrew, and every other quality that can make a woman potentially dangerous was imbued in her person. Forbes had sent her a letter asking her to meet him this day at an outdoor cafe for a bite to eat and so that they could both get a perspective about the other's wants with Spain.
It didn't take him that long to reach the cafe: it was a small and out of the way place that attracted an upper class crowd. Walking over to a table for two, Julian Forbes pulled out his chair and straightened out his eccentric garb before seating himself. A waiter noticed him and scurried over to take his order, but the man with the goatee waved him away absentmindedly. Instead, he told the man to be on the lookout for a woman by the name of Melia Birchheel and direct her to his table should she introduce herself to the waiter. If not, he knew what she looked like and was more than capable of picking her out of a crowd. The waiter nodded and returned to the entrance, leaving Julian seated by his lonesome.
"Don't take forever darling: you and I have got a lot we need to learn about each other. And for the good of Iberia at that," murmured Forbes to nobody in particular.
He had to compose himself for dealing with the representative from the Spanish families. And from what he had read on her file at headquarters, she was a tough customer in every aspect. She was a Joan of Arc, a Katrina from Taming of the Shrew, and every other quality that can make a woman potentially dangerous was imbued in her person. Forbes had sent her a letter asking her to meet him this day at an outdoor cafe for a bite to eat and so that they could both get a perspective about the other's wants with Spain.
It didn't take him that long to reach the cafe: it was a small and out of the way place that attracted an upper class crowd. Walking over to a table for two, Julian Forbes pulled out his chair and straightened out his eccentric garb before seating himself. A waiter noticed him and scurried over to take his order, but the man with the goatee waved him away absentmindedly. Instead, he told the man to be on the lookout for a woman by the name of Melia Birchheel and direct her to his table should she introduce herself to the waiter. If not, he knew what she looked like and was more than capable of picking her out of a crowd. The waiter nodded and returned to the entrance, leaving Julian seated by his lonesome.
"Don't take forever darling: you and I have got a lot we need to learn about each other. And for the good of Iberia at that," murmured Forbes to nobody in particular.