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It was a chilly, february day. Paulette de Montfault was out and about on a little shopping spree for no real reason. Officially, she was looking for things for her approaching wedding, but it was only a cover so she could get out of the house. She was never the kind of person to stay there long hours, because she was getting bored quite quickly. That is if she wasn't making some potions. Sadly, she ran out of ingredients so she decided to stop by the apothecary to fill some of her supplies. As usual, she got everything there, because ever since Mr Flamel had taken over the shop, he took care that they have even the most hard to get ingredients. As long as they don't pose a threat, obviously.<p>
After finishing all she wanted, she stood by to get a cup of warm butterbeer or something else to drink, because she got cold while walking on the street. She knew someone was following her around. The girl might have been many things, but not stupid. There was also a manipulative streak inside her, which made her feel [s]superior[/b] every time someone fell for her games. She knew the brunette followed her, though she didn't know why. So she decided to play with her a little.<p>
Paulette looked around, pretending to be afraid a little and after a while, she sat by her stalker's table. ”Excuse me miss, I think someone is following me. Do you mind if I sit with you? I'd feel much safer.”
The girl said, looking really frightened.
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