playing with cards (open)

So there wasn't any night time pleasures allowed on the camp grounds. That was okay! Just fine! But she still wanted somewhere fairly private to meet people, so she set up her own fortune telling tent on the outer recesses of the festival.

Divinition had been her favourite subject at school. She found it absolutely fascinating, despite the fact she was no Seer; so this would be a mere carnival experience for the majority.

Dressing herself in a low-rise gypsy skirt with a slit and a top that left little to the imagination, she set out her tent in a way that would trick her custom. Lots of drapes, lots of incense, lots of warm purples and vivid scarlets: lots of faux crystal balls and crystals dangling about the ceiling.

Dealing some tarot cards for herself, she waited for someone to enter.

After talking with Bill, Victoire felt as if she wasn't ready to apologize, so she was going to roam around the campgrounds until she had something to do. She needed to occupy herself or else she would keep seething over her sister's effortless conception.

Spying a stand of a psychic, she decided to run up to it and see if she could get any advice about her future. Victoire glanced to see if someone else was around before she walked in and took the only open seat.

"Hellooooooooooooo!"

@Matilda Riddle

Ah! Assume the position!

Tucking her hair behind her ear hurriedly, she straightened, and prepared for the customer. She tried to look as mysterious as possible, but the vibe she was giving was something else entirely. She didn't really know how to do this, after all.

"Hello, my dear," She greeted, like a forty-year-old woman. Wait - wasn't this? She dropped her act immediately and stared at her. "You're Louis's sister, aren't you? Oh... you really are sweet-looking! I love your hair, and your eyes... they're sort of drowsy. They're really beautiful!"

She smiled eagerly at her.

@Victoire Weasley

"I aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam!" Victoire responded already amazed. She would have to bring Bill over later! "How did you know?!"

It wasn't as if wizarding Britain knew of the Potter-Weasley clan or anything of that sort.

She smiled very widely; her mood was already majorly improving. "Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! You look very nice toooooooooooooo!"

@Matilda Riddle