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CHARLOTTE MATHILDE VAN LEEUWENHOEK
FEMALE | TWENTY-NINE |
BELGIAN | BISEXUAL |
170 cm | 53 KG |
PUREBLOOD | |
personality
She was a heart-of-gold, justice-seeking Gryffindor in her youth. She didn't just shine. She glowed with the graces of Gryffindor with every step of her walk and every little bit of talk. She once smiled gregariously and walked with a poignant sense of overconfidence. She was an ambitious individualist, ready to take on the world with her own two hands, to dispel darkness with the flick of a wand. It was no wonder that she would rise above to be selected as a Prefect come her fifth year at Hogwarts, but Gryffindor would not be most people's first guess at what house van Leeuwenhoek had spent her seven years at Hogwarts with.
She is still just as charismatic as she had ever been, even if she isn't quite as warm as she used to be. She has always possessed the talent of being able to read anyone, open or closed. She knows just what to say to get her way, and can easily get under anyone's skin if she ever feels the need to. However, her motives are normally unselfish, though she is prone to teasing when her guard is down.
Charlotte can still be very nurturing, especially when it comes to her siblings and her subordinates. Her loyalty is something that simply cannot be doubted, and in truth, she needs to believe that she has such security in those relationships. She is naturally quite insecure, despite her accomplishments and the accolades she receives, but she is rather reluctant to dare ask for security. She easily sees this as one of her biggest weaknesses, especially because she rarely privileges people with such trust.
Much of her insecurity comes from her perception of being "average" or "normal," or even worse, "inadequate." As a young girl, much of this manifested in what she perceived to be her failure to be sorted into Slytherin, easily declared a Gryffindor before the Sorting Hat was even placed on her head. She had always felt the need to compensate for something, especially because her natural magical capabilities were never quite as strong as her brothers'. She took it upon herself to build herself beyond the "average" label, as a van Leeuwenhoek should never settle for mediocrity. All the effort she placed into rising the ranks with the Ministry can be attributed to this inferiority complex as well. Her ambition is her life's importance. She simply cannot fail.
Her perfectionism as sucked the joy out of her. She is cordially married to her work. She comfortably submerges herself in her work for weeks at a time, but it's no matter. She claims passion for the work she does, whatever it may be. This perfectionism, though, is something very much calculated. Had one met her during her years at Hogwarts, one wouldn't doubt that she lead with her heart and emotions, not her head. She had done everything with utmost passion and pride. If this is currently present, one cannot really say. Inklings of this peer through the cracks on her downtime.
She isn't quite the fighter she claims to be, but this is a good thing when it comes to her political career. She is inclined to be a bit more diplomatic and would normally not contribute to the tension present in a room. She is a very fair-minded person and would not hesitate to call out injustice when she encounters it. She does struggle with removing herself from a situation emotionally, but she has become more practiced with this over the years.
Behind the guise of a cool-minded, calculating van Leeuwenhoek is her repressed temper and frustration. Charlotte is difficult to anger, but when her anger does come out, it is surprising to those around her. It is rather unexpected and leaves a bitter taste in everyone's mouths. Her anger results in the loss of control of her words. Much of it stems from her loss of independence. Her feelings of entrapment urge her to lash out at the smallest frustrations. She has garnered a reputation at the Ministry as one of the most effective and intimidating workers, her subordinates afraid of crossing her. Her reputation for being somewhat manipulative and meddling also trails behind her. Her persistence only augments this.
A huge contributor to her internal frustration is the perfectionism instilled in her by her family. She strives to do her best in everything, and if there is anything she could change or improve, she will take those measures to obtain perfect results. Anything less isn't good enough in her eyes, and she has begun to expect perfection from everyone else around her.
Behind all this perfectionism and formality, though is a sensitive girl who has been forced into the skin of this steel-eyed woman. Her million-Galleon smiles are rarely as genuine as they once were during her time at Hogwarts. Those emerald eyes had since wilted away under the pressure of her Pureblood. She rarely cries, for there is no use for tears. She breaks face any moment she could find herself alone. Any tears she sheds in public are only to contribute to the poignancy of her message. She won't give them the benefit of her real tears. She just can't.
She truly misses that golden Gryffindor girl who roamed the halls of Hogwarts with the brightness of a thousand suns. In her place stands a woman chilled by the coldness of her blood.
She is still just as charismatic as she had ever been, even if she isn't quite as warm as she used to be. She has always possessed the talent of being able to read anyone, open or closed. She knows just what to say to get her way, and can easily get under anyone's skin if she ever feels the need to. However, her motives are normally unselfish, though she is prone to teasing when her guard is down.
Charlotte can still be very nurturing, especially when it comes to her siblings and her subordinates. Her loyalty is something that simply cannot be doubted, and in truth, she needs to believe that she has such security in those relationships. She is naturally quite insecure, despite her accomplishments and the accolades she receives, but she is rather reluctant to dare ask for security. She easily sees this as one of her biggest weaknesses, especially because she rarely privileges people with such trust.
Much of her insecurity comes from her perception of being "average" or "normal," or even worse, "inadequate." As a young girl, much of this manifested in what she perceived to be her failure to be sorted into Slytherin, easily declared a Gryffindor before the Sorting Hat was even placed on her head. She had always felt the need to compensate for something, especially because her natural magical capabilities were never quite as strong as her brothers'. She took it upon herself to build herself beyond the "average" label, as a van Leeuwenhoek should never settle for mediocrity. All the effort she placed into rising the ranks with the Ministry can be attributed to this inferiority complex as well. Her ambition is her life's importance. She simply cannot fail.
Her perfectionism as sucked the joy out of her. She is cordially married to her work. She comfortably submerges herself in her work for weeks at a time, but it's no matter. She claims passion for the work she does, whatever it may be. This perfectionism, though, is something very much calculated. Had one met her during her years at Hogwarts, one wouldn't doubt that she lead with her heart and emotions, not her head. She had done everything with utmost passion and pride. If this is currently present, one cannot really say. Inklings of this peer through the cracks on her downtime.
She isn't quite the fighter she claims to be, but this is a good thing when it comes to her political career. She is inclined to be a bit more diplomatic and would normally not contribute to the tension present in a room. She is a very fair-minded person and would not hesitate to call out injustice when she encounters it. She does struggle with removing herself from a situation emotionally, but she has become more practiced with this over the years.
Behind the guise of a cool-minded, calculating van Leeuwenhoek is her repressed temper and frustration. Charlotte is difficult to anger, but when her anger does come out, it is surprising to those around her. It is rather unexpected and leaves a bitter taste in everyone's mouths. Her anger results in the loss of control of her words. Much of it stems from her loss of independence. Her feelings of entrapment urge her to lash out at the smallest frustrations. She has garnered a reputation at the Ministry as one of the most effective and intimidating workers, her subordinates afraid of crossing her. Her reputation for being somewhat manipulative and meddling also trails behind her. Her persistence only augments this.
A huge contributor to her internal frustration is the perfectionism instilled in her by her family. She strives to do her best in everything, and if there is anything she could change or improve, she will take those measures to obtain perfect results. Anything less isn't good enough in her eyes, and she has begun to expect perfection from everyone else around her.
Behind all this perfectionism and formality, though is a sensitive girl who has been forced into the skin of this steel-eyed woman. Her million-Galleon smiles are rarely as genuine as they once were during her time at Hogwarts. Those emerald eyes had since wilted away under the pressure of her Pureblood. She rarely cries, for there is no use for tears. She breaks face any moment she could find herself alone. Any tears she sheds in public are only to contribute to the poignancy of her message. She won't give them the benefit of her real tears. She just can't.
She truly misses that golden Gryffindor girl who roamed the halls of Hogwarts with the brightness of a thousand suns. In her place stands a woman chilled by the coldness of her blood.
history
If there are two facts that Charlotte has always been acutely aware of, it was that she was a Pureblood of the esteemed House van Leeuwenhoek, and that there was nothing absolutely special about her. She was born an oxymoron. The van Leeuwenhoek are an ancient wizarding family that hail from the Lowlands of Western Europe, known for their magical prowess, business acumen, and political might. Charlotte's great-grandfather truly embodied the van Leeuwenhoek ideals, setting a high bar for Charlotte to strive for. He had headed the van Leeuwenhoek business with an iron fist and was Chief Warlock of the Dutch Wizengamot. Under her great-grandfather's leadership, the van Leeuwenhoek business of the production of magical textiles flourished. As with most pure-blood families, her family held a strong belief in blood purity. Charlotte is the product of Maarten van Leeuwenhoek's first marriage to pure-blood Belgian witch and heiress, Renée Mathieu. Such a marriage was loveless, bred of expectation and a lust for power and money. However, it was undeniable that Maarten and Renée were powerful together, joining two of Europe's most powerful families and bringing forth great wealth from such a match. As Maarten and Renée were very capable individuals, it was to be expected that from such a match would spring forth powerful children. Charlotte Mathilde van Leeuwenhoek, to say the least, never quite lived up to those expectations as heiress to the van Leeuwenhoek name and fortune, despite her long list of accomplishments and her very promising career at the British Ministry of Magic.
Charlotte does not remember love ever existing in her home. Her parents rarely interacted beyond the expected level of interaction in public. Whenever she had any interaction from her parents, it was always either just her mother, or just her father. It wasn't that her parents were cold— they simply didn't ask to be parents. Her mother would spoil her and lecture her on how to be a young lady of her class, rarely giving her a warm touch. Her father, when he wasn't busy counting his Galleons, was much warmer in this regard. As long as she was well-behaved, she was given whatever she wanted.
That, of course, was the expectation held to her. Charlotte did not exhibit any sign of magic until the age of eight, remarkably late for a family known to produce powerful wizards. Her lack of magic at an early age was a source of insecurity in her family— if she was to be the future head of the van Leeuwenhoek family, she simply couldn't be a Squib. The possibility of being a Squib frightened Charlotte immensely, which perhaps only contributed to the suppression of her abilities. The van Leeuwenhoeks had an image to maintain, after all.
However, once her powers did emerge, Renée and Maarten rejoiced. During those three summers before she would attend Hogwarts, she was sent to a Charm School in southern France that her mother attended as a young girl. Upon arrival, she found that the school itself had high expectations for a child of Renée Mathieu. However, Charlotte quickly proved that she was not born with the innate talent her mother exhibited. She was the epitome of average at the Charm School. However, her early foundation in Charms helped immensely during her education at Hogwarts.
Upon reaching the age of eleven, her father opted to send her to Hogwarts, rather than send her to her mother's alma mater, Beauxbatons. This decision was made on the basis that the van Leeuwenhoeks were intending to base themselves in Britain. Charlotte was sent to live with the British branch of the van Leeuwenhoeks during holidays. Now of course, the British van Leeuwenhoeks were all Slytherins, and it was to be expected that Charlotte join the great, predominantly pureblood house. Hoping not to disappoint her family, she hoped to be placed in Slytherin, even if she didn't truly think herself a good fit for the house. She never quite felt like a good fit for her family, after all.
As she sat in the train, luggage in hand, she was quickly surrounded by pureblood brethren as soon as they heard of her surname. It was a strange feeling, especially because she never quite lived up to her pureblood heritage. However, she found that she was quickly accepted under their wings, just on account of her name. She warmed up to the acceptance— perhaps being a van Leeuwenhoek wasn't so bad, even with the expectations placed upon the name. Upon arrival, she made a pact to herself that she would exceed the expectations of the name with hard work.
However, once the Sorting Hat was placed upon her head, it was clear her path was diverging from expectation. The Hat didn't even need more than a second to announce a bold "Gryffindor!" She froze in response, unable to quite comprehend why she wasn't placed in Slytherin. Reluctantly, she joined a table of cheering Gryffindors, eyeing her newfound friends seated at the Slytherin table. The Hat knew it all too well, though. Charlotte was a definite Gryffindor, in spirit and heart, through and through. Her drive to make her own name and spirit of individualism, honor, and bravery were things to be nurtured. She simply had to accept her call to greatness as a Gryffindor.
She was accepted with warmth and mirth into Gryffindor, even if she had felt somewhat cheated out of being in Slytherin. She mainly kept to herself, and it wasn't long before her parents had written to her about their disappointment that she had not been sorted into Slytherin. However, she came to accept that Gryffindor was the right house for her under the guidance of Iain Lachlann Stiùbhart-Kirkland, who was a year her senior. Kirkland hailed from an illustrious British pureblood wizarding family, and if there was one thing she learned from him, she learned to stop caring for what others thought of her.
He wasn't the friendliest person in Gryffindor, but to her, he was the older brother figure that she lacked. He had a softer side that made her open up. Without fail, she would attend all Gryffindor Quidditch games to support Iain. With some newfound enthusiasm, she set out for greatness.
She was not a prodigy by any account, but her determination drove her on. She excelled in Charms and clinged onto this pride, clinged onto it tight. It was something she wanted to use to make her family proud. Of course, this was easily dismissed by her mother, whose expectations far exceeded the awe that her classmates held whenever she was the first to properly cast a charm. Nothing was ever enough for her family, and as the letters grew less and less, she learned that she began to believe that the most important person to please with her abilities was herself. And she, as it seemed, was not easily pleased with herself. Nothing less than 'outstanding' or 'exceeds expectations' was acceptable to her. If there was anything that truly stuck with her, it was her pride. She worked her hardest to make certain that she would not earn just 'Acceptable' on her O.W.L.S.
She had her troubles, of course. Nothing truly came naturally to her except Charms. Potions was something she found she needed to put extra work in. However, Defense Against the Dark Arts was something that captured her attention. Her professor and inspired her to strive to qualify for the position of Auror. And strive she did.
In her fifth year, she was selected to be a Prefect for Gryffindor. With great effort on her O.W.L.S., she qualified to take N.E.W.T.S. in Study of Ancient Runes, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, and Transfiguration. Some of the pride must have gotten to her head, in theory. The combination of lack of time, an elevated social status, and personal pride had caused a rift between her and Iain. By the beginning of her sixth year, the two weren't on speaking terms. At that point, she couldn't care much— she felt as if she were becoming someone of worth. It was a struggle without the natural affinity that others seemed to possess, but it was no matter. Hard work and perseverance would get her where she needed to be, she reasoned.
The one time they perhaps almost had contact again was Gilbert Beilschmidt's accident. Though she didn't quite attend as many Quidditch games as she had when they were on good terms, Gryffindor was doing particularly well that year. She stood among her fellow Gryffindors as they visited Gilbert's comatose body at the Infirmary.
As her time at Hogwarts came to an end, she struggled long and hard with her N.E.W.T.S., almost regretting her decision. However, upon finishing her N.E.W.T.S., she earned her right to breathe a sigh of relief: She didn't fail any of her N.E.W.T.S., and she scored extremely well in her Charms class. With her role as Head Girl, she had every right to feel proud. Her dreams for a place among the Aurors, however, was thwarted.
Upon returning home, she learned that her parents were no longer together. That, Charlotte knew would happen eventually. It was only natural that Charlotte feel a pang of betrayal from her parents for the separation and resentment for her father's new wife. She couldn't bring herself to resent her new stepbrother, Dries.
Not yet, anyways.
Her father deeply disapproved of her desire to become an Auror. But that didn't matter. She was unable to become an Auror, anyhow. Her father insisted she stayed in the Netherlands with their family... but he neglected to tell her that she would no longer be heiress to the van Leeuwenhoek family business.
He favored his stepson over his blood daughter.
She wasn't cut off or isolated from her family. She left the van Leeuwenhoek house to take on a job at the British Ministry of Magic in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, working in conjunction with the International Confederation of Wizards. With her excellent educational background and her personal connections, she soon found herself rising up the ranks in Ministry. She developed a reputation as one of the top ministers in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, converting it into one of the most efficient departments in the British Ministry of Magic.
Her latest task: return to Hogwarts and ensure the successful facilitation of the Triwizard Tournament.
She sometimes wonders if the Gryffindor has finally died.
Charlotte does not remember love ever existing in her home. Her parents rarely interacted beyond the expected level of interaction in public. Whenever she had any interaction from her parents, it was always either just her mother, or just her father. It wasn't that her parents were cold— they simply didn't ask to be parents. Her mother would spoil her and lecture her on how to be a young lady of her class, rarely giving her a warm touch. Her father, when he wasn't busy counting his Galleons, was much warmer in this regard. As long as she was well-behaved, she was given whatever she wanted.
That, of course, was the expectation held to her. Charlotte did not exhibit any sign of magic until the age of eight, remarkably late for a family known to produce powerful wizards. Her lack of magic at an early age was a source of insecurity in her family— if she was to be the future head of the van Leeuwenhoek family, she simply couldn't be a Squib. The possibility of being a Squib frightened Charlotte immensely, which perhaps only contributed to the suppression of her abilities. The van Leeuwenhoeks had an image to maintain, after all.
However, once her powers did emerge, Renée and Maarten rejoiced. During those three summers before she would attend Hogwarts, she was sent to a Charm School in southern France that her mother attended as a young girl. Upon arrival, she found that the school itself had high expectations for a child of Renée Mathieu. However, Charlotte quickly proved that she was not born with the innate talent her mother exhibited. She was the epitome of average at the Charm School. However, her early foundation in Charms helped immensely during her education at Hogwarts.
Upon reaching the age of eleven, her father opted to send her to Hogwarts, rather than send her to her mother's alma mater, Beauxbatons. This decision was made on the basis that the van Leeuwenhoeks were intending to base themselves in Britain. Charlotte was sent to live with the British branch of the van Leeuwenhoeks during holidays. Now of course, the British van Leeuwenhoeks were all Slytherins, and it was to be expected that Charlotte join the great, predominantly pureblood house. Hoping not to disappoint her family, she hoped to be placed in Slytherin, even if she didn't truly think herself a good fit for the house. She never quite felt like a good fit for her family, after all.
As she sat in the train, luggage in hand, she was quickly surrounded by pureblood brethren as soon as they heard of her surname. It was a strange feeling, especially because she never quite lived up to her pureblood heritage. However, she found that she was quickly accepted under their wings, just on account of her name. She warmed up to the acceptance— perhaps being a van Leeuwenhoek wasn't so bad, even with the expectations placed upon the name. Upon arrival, she made a pact to herself that she would exceed the expectations of the name with hard work.
However, once the Sorting Hat was placed upon her head, it was clear her path was diverging from expectation. The Hat didn't even need more than a second to announce a bold "Gryffindor!" She froze in response, unable to quite comprehend why she wasn't placed in Slytherin. Reluctantly, she joined a table of cheering Gryffindors, eyeing her newfound friends seated at the Slytherin table. The Hat knew it all too well, though. Charlotte was a definite Gryffindor, in spirit and heart, through and through. Her drive to make her own name and spirit of individualism, honor, and bravery were things to be nurtured. She simply had to accept her call to greatness as a Gryffindor.
She was accepted with warmth and mirth into Gryffindor, even if she had felt somewhat cheated out of being in Slytherin. She mainly kept to herself, and it wasn't long before her parents had written to her about their disappointment that she had not been sorted into Slytherin. However, she came to accept that Gryffindor was the right house for her under the guidance of Iain Lachlann Stiùbhart-Kirkland, who was a year her senior. Kirkland hailed from an illustrious British pureblood wizarding family, and if there was one thing she learned from him, she learned to stop caring for what others thought of her.
He wasn't the friendliest person in Gryffindor, but to her, he was the older brother figure that she lacked. He had a softer side that made her open up. Without fail, she would attend all Gryffindor Quidditch games to support Iain. With some newfound enthusiasm, she set out for greatness.
She was not a prodigy by any account, but her determination drove her on. She excelled in Charms and clinged onto this pride, clinged onto it tight. It was something she wanted to use to make her family proud. Of course, this was easily dismissed by her mother, whose expectations far exceeded the awe that her classmates held whenever she was the first to properly cast a charm. Nothing was ever enough for her family, and as the letters grew less and less, she learned that she began to believe that the most important person to please with her abilities was herself. And she, as it seemed, was not easily pleased with herself. Nothing less than 'outstanding' or 'exceeds expectations' was acceptable to her. If there was anything that truly stuck with her, it was her pride. She worked her hardest to make certain that she would not earn just 'Acceptable' on her O.W.L.S.
She had her troubles, of course. Nothing truly came naturally to her except Charms. Potions was something she found she needed to put extra work in. However, Defense Against the Dark Arts was something that captured her attention. Her professor and inspired her to strive to qualify for the position of Auror. And strive she did.
In her fifth year, she was selected to be a Prefect for Gryffindor. With great effort on her O.W.L.S., she qualified to take N.E.W.T.S. in Study of Ancient Runes, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, and Transfiguration. Some of the pride must have gotten to her head, in theory. The combination of lack of time, an elevated social status, and personal pride had caused a rift between her and Iain. By the beginning of her sixth year, the two weren't on speaking terms. At that point, she couldn't care much— she felt as if she were becoming someone of worth. It was a struggle without the natural affinity that others seemed to possess, but it was no matter. Hard work and perseverance would get her where she needed to be, she reasoned.
The one time they perhaps almost had contact again was Gilbert Beilschmidt's accident. Though she didn't quite attend as many Quidditch games as she had when they were on good terms, Gryffindor was doing particularly well that year. She stood among her fellow Gryffindors as they visited Gilbert's comatose body at the Infirmary.
As her time at Hogwarts came to an end, she struggled long and hard with her N.E.W.T.S., almost regretting her decision. However, upon finishing her N.E.W.T.S., she earned her right to breathe a sigh of relief: She didn't fail any of her N.E.W.T.S., and she scored extremely well in her Charms class. With her role as Head Girl, she had every right to feel proud. Her dreams for a place among the Aurors, however, was thwarted.
Upon returning home, she learned that her parents were no longer together. That, Charlotte knew would happen eventually. It was only natural that Charlotte feel a pang of betrayal from her parents for the separation and resentment for her father's new wife. She couldn't bring herself to resent her new stepbrother, Dries.
Not yet, anyways.
Her father deeply disapproved of her desire to become an Auror. But that didn't matter. She was unable to become an Auror, anyhow. Her father insisted she stayed in the Netherlands with their family... but he neglected to tell her that she would no longer be heiress to the van Leeuwenhoek family business.
He favored his stepson over his blood daughter.
She wasn't cut off or isolated from her family. She left the van Leeuwenhoek house to take on a job at the British Ministry of Magic in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, working in conjunction with the International Confederation of Wizards. With her excellent educational background and her personal connections, she soon found herself rising up the ranks in Ministry. She developed a reputation as one of the top ministers in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, converting it into one of the most efficient departments in the British Ministry of Magic.
Her latest task: return to Hogwarts and ensure the successful facilitation of the Triwizard Tournament.
She sometimes wonders if the Gryffindor has finally died.
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The diamond mines in Rwanda really do pay for themselves, even as they begin to run dry. Even with most of her father's assets taken away by those greedy bastards, she found that diamonds were truly a girls best friend. No one wanted to touch the diamond business. They didn't want to sully their hands, or pursue diamond mines that were probably dried from generations of excavation. But diamonds still paid for her satin throw pillows and premium exotic cosmetics. But besides that veil of glamour... she spent most of her money on technology. As the Belgians have traditionally pursued, much of her money has been spent on the latest technology. Better mining equipment for the mines, more efficient machines for the confectionery factories, the latest research in the toy industry. And tools to make thievery easier.
Hence the card key, outfitted to look like a card key from the Cadogan.
“But before you do that, bella, perhaps you can explain to me how you came about the cardkey to the Boss’ room?”
the stranger said, tugging on her wrist. He had a surprisingly strong grip and a cold, hard stare. She looked at him with does eyes, a film of water form over her green eyes
"How else do you think I procured this cardkey? He gave it to me personally... and requested my services, even if I did say that I wouldn't normally do this. But anything for mon parrain. I myself feel uncomfortable coming up here alone, especially with the deposed and somewhat drunk people at the party. I had to make a break for it from the elevator, as a truly disgusting man had tried to— never mind, it's too difficult to say!" she said, slowly freeing herself from his grip and wiping a tear from her eye.
"I know that Monsieur Bucciarelli isn't very trustful of having people in his room, but he trusts me. I've known him my whole life, and... and t-this isn't the first time. But for a nice man who gave me such a beautiful present and offered some protection after the death of my father... well, how else should I pay the favor? My family is truly indebted to the Bucciarelli. Your boss is a truly kind man," she said, fingering the diamond pendant that hung around her neck and sighing. This was perhaps the only viable explanation, and if this man was truly an underling of Bucciarelli, he probably wouldn't try to tamper with the Boss's, ahem, more intimate matters.
This would be a tricky guise to hold. If her memory served correctly, she could easily be playing Yvette Amalberti, Bucciarelli's French goddaughter and a rumored illicit affair of his. Scandalous enough, and from Charlotte's experience, seemed vulnerable enough to be whisked away into such a fantasy. Did she have enough knowledge to play Yvette? She hadn't quite researched the role. The Bucciarelli may have been one of Nik's contacts, and Charlotte may have had interacted with the girl several times, but were the rumors true? Charlotte wasn't too sure.
But she would run with it... until she could either break this guy's front or make a break for it. Bucciarelli's jewels could be stolen tomorrow night. But that would be a wasted night in Charlotte's book. And due to the risk that she puts herself in every time she decides to go shopping, she would never want to waste a night.
She smiled to the Italian and pulled the card key out.
"All I wanted to do was get ready and surprise him. He would never expect it. I aim to please," she said. "I aim to make his heart mine, as that is all he deserves."
She turned around to unlock the door and paused a moment. Within her experience, no one would truly be this innocent or so truly passionate for the older man. Yvette Amalberti did have something up her sleeve as she swished her red wine back and forth and gave calculated, romantic glances to Bucciarelli.
"Though I do suppose I have time for yours as well, before he arrives," she purred.
She placed the card into the card reader, listened to the satisfying click of the unlocking door. She removed the key card and pocketed as the door opened.
"I'm not the only one requiring access to mon parrain's room," she said, sitting herself down on the bed, her eyes quickly scanning for a safe or jewelry box, and then meeting the Italian's emerald eyes. "Just tell me... what are you here for? Where is your card key, mon ami? I am sure mon parrain would have given his underlings cards, especially because it wouldn't make sense for him to ask to have food to delivered to his room while he is making merry downstairs."
She crossed her arms, holding tightly to "Yvette." She wasn't going to drop it until she could deem herself safe to start her shopping spree. And if it entailed charming this obstacle, or convincing the obstacle she was a trusted mistress, so be it. If he was a simple robber, she'd allow him to divide the pickings. If he was going for something other than the jewels, she wouldn't care either way. Bucciarelli was a bastard to broer, and any damage done to the man would be of no concern to her.
- Post from Tomorrow Never Dies
Hence the card key, outfitted to look like a card key from the Cadogan.
“But before you do that, bella, perhaps you can explain to me how you came about the cardkey to the Boss’ room?”
the stranger said, tugging on her wrist. He had a surprisingly strong grip and a cold, hard stare. She looked at him with does eyes, a film of water form over her green eyes
"How else do you think I procured this cardkey? He gave it to me personally... and requested my services, even if I did say that I wouldn't normally do this. But anything for mon parrain. I myself feel uncomfortable coming up here alone, especially with the deposed and somewhat drunk people at the party. I had to make a break for it from the elevator, as a truly disgusting man had tried to— never mind, it's too difficult to say!" she said, slowly freeing herself from his grip and wiping a tear from her eye.
"I know that Monsieur Bucciarelli isn't very trustful of having people in his room, but he trusts me. I've known him my whole life, and... and t-this isn't the first time. But for a nice man who gave me such a beautiful present and offered some protection after the death of my father... well, how else should I pay the favor? My family is truly indebted to the Bucciarelli. Your boss is a truly kind man," she said, fingering the diamond pendant that hung around her neck and sighing. This was perhaps the only viable explanation, and if this man was truly an underling of Bucciarelli, he probably wouldn't try to tamper with the Boss's, ahem, more intimate matters.
This would be a tricky guise to hold. If her memory served correctly, she could easily be playing Yvette Amalberti, Bucciarelli's French goddaughter and a rumored illicit affair of his. Scandalous enough, and from Charlotte's experience, seemed vulnerable enough to be whisked away into such a fantasy. Did she have enough knowledge to play Yvette? She hadn't quite researched the role. The Bucciarelli may have been one of Nik's contacts, and Charlotte may have had interacted with the girl several times, but were the rumors true? Charlotte wasn't too sure.
But she would run with it... until she could either break this guy's front or make a break for it. Bucciarelli's jewels could be stolen tomorrow night. But that would be a wasted night in Charlotte's book. And due to the risk that she puts herself in every time she decides to go shopping, she would never want to waste a night.
She smiled to the Italian and pulled the card key out.
"All I wanted to do was get ready and surprise him. He would never expect it. I aim to please," she said. "I aim to make his heart mine, as that is all he deserves."
She turned around to unlock the door and paused a moment. Within her experience, no one would truly be this innocent or so truly passionate for the older man. Yvette Amalberti did have something up her sleeve as she swished her red wine back and forth and gave calculated, romantic glances to Bucciarelli.
"Though I do suppose I have time for yours as well, before he arrives," she purred.
She placed the card into the card reader, listened to the satisfying click of the unlocking door. She removed the key card and pocketed as the door opened.
"I'm not the only one requiring access to mon parrain's room," she said, sitting herself down on the bed, her eyes quickly scanning for a safe or jewelry box, and then meeting the Italian's emerald eyes. "Just tell me... what are you here for? Where is your card key, mon ami? I am sure mon parrain would have given his underlings cards, especially because it wouldn't make sense for him to ask to have food to delivered to his room while he is making merry downstairs."
She crossed her arms, holding tightly to "Yvette." She wasn't going to drop it until she could deem herself safe to start her shopping spree. And if it entailed charming this obstacle, or convincing the obstacle she was a trusted mistress, so be it. If he was a simple robber, she'd allow him to divide the pickings. If he was going for something other than the jewels, she wouldn't care either way. Bucciarelli was a bastard to broer, and any damage done to the man would be of no concern to her.
- Post from Tomorrow Never Dies
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