after the snow ((open))

Diamanda sat at a higher-set table stirring some sugar and creamer into her coffee. It looked as if this winter was going to be absolutely beautiful; the air was perfectly crisp without being too frigid. Ice didn't overtake the area and instead remained decorative icicles. The cafe also felt nice and warm. Hm, maybe she'll drop by the Ministry to spend some time with her husband. It was always fascinating to get a deeper look of the operations here, especially with being in what's considered a time of peace. Just how busy did it get?

She pondered how she would go about greater creature acceptance in society. She'd love for her family to be able to live in a world without such a stigma. Diamanda never understood why it existed in the first place which made her more progressive than some of her peers back in France. Hmmm.

With her sugar spoon, Diamanda took a sip of her coffee. How nice. It wasn't that bitter, she was pleased. Did she want to give attention to her presence or just continue chilling? Being a socialite, she had learned a trick that would allow her to receive acknowledgement. Charisma had its charms... Well, she also observed veela a fair amount when she had attended Beauxbatons.

Diamanda shifted her posture and waited to see what would happen.