A fine fall evening it is. The young Miss Winters finds herself in for a treat as she accompanies her god-mother, Emma Frost to the posh lounge in the Metropolitan Museum for a late dinner. The soft sounds of classical music trickes through the dining area as they enter. Soft glow od candelight illuminates the small and intimate tables where spotless waiters and waitresses scurry to and fro with the patrons' orders, quick to appease them in hopes of that big tip at the end of the meal.
Naturally. Hope will be spoiled by Christmas. Believe it or not, Emma is actually looking forward to the Holidays with much simpler folk, for a reason to get out of New York and Massachusetts for a break. With more pleasant things on her mind in a relaxed atmosphere, the Queen is nowhere near hostile. She's even somewhere near 'pleasant'. Even still, the woman rarely ever manages an actual smile. If she ever does, watch the skies: The world may be ending. Frost waits patiently to be seated - immediately, no wait - in the most comfortable booth they can manage, and with very few words to the Maitre di.
After an annoying trip through the museum, Paul finally manages to pull Katrin away from the exhibits to get something to eat. He can't help it...food calls after all. As they enter, Paul removes his shades and places them in his pocket as he rehooks his arm around her, "Come on luv, this place works better than most...sides, I feel like eatting in style today. We don't do it often enough you know." He smiles and squeezes her slightly.
Katrin sighs a touch, but leans into Paul's arm slightly, saying nothing as she glances around the restraunt, her expression neutral behind her sunglasses. Unlike Paul, she chooses to leave hers in place, simply giving a slight nod in silence.
Hope looks over to Emma and smiles shyly. "It's truly beautiful here. I think...." she pauses and tilts her head a little as she thinks "I think I used to work here. I visited when I came to the city before school started and there were an awful lot of people here, employees, that knew me." Even though Sven, the driver/bodyguard has surely already filled Ms. Frost in on this detail since he followed her like a shadow for the most part. Except those two times she was restless and couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and went out on her own. She sits at the booth and unfolds her napkin, smoothing it over her lap properly.
Mirroring Hope's movements exactly - or vice versa, Emma glances across the table toward her youthful counterpart. "Yes, you did. Remembering is becoming much easier for you now," the woman replies with her usual canor, though keeping her voice at just below normal volume. Paul's familiar psyche catches her attention more readily then Katrin's presence, and the Queen takes a moment to glance over toward the entry of the two. Well, now. Emma's icy blue eyes lance across to the nearest table; with but a few simple telepathic urges, the couple there abandon their meal. Another subtle command brings the servants to clear this table and clean it with rapidity. Finally, her frigid azure orbs turn to settle upon the Maitre Di, telepathically informing the man that Mr. Paul O'Connell is important, has reservations, and should be immediately recognized... and seated right at the table that was just flushed of its occupants. Handy, that.
Paul smiles, leaning over to place a kiss on Katrin's cheek, "Cheer up hun, we'll go back to your studying after I get some food...and I promise I won't even complain one time." He grins as he steps forward to talk to the Maitre Di, "Hi, do you happen to have a table available? ... My name? Paul ... yes, thats me..." he just blinks and turns to looks at Kat, "Umm, luv...we have a reservation, you didn't call ahead did you?" He's not worried, just curious now...of course there could be others with his name, so he might as well take advantage of the good turn of events. "Actually...nevermind." He turns to the man again and smiles, "Yes, take us to the table my good man." He smirks.
Katrin arches an eyebrow slightly, shaking her head when asked about the reservation, but otherwise remaining politely silent, doing her part to keep from confusing the maitre'd more than he may already be. She has her suspicions that it's all simply some sort of set up on Paul's part... if people start serenading their table, he's going to get a severe talking to.
Hope nods enthusiastically, completely oblivious and unaware of her god-mother's gifts and her use of them. "It is. It's like...like seeing through a fog. The images, they come and go in flashes sometimes. Sometimes big ones sometimes so fast I can barely make them out but they are coming back." Which could be good and could be bad as well. "I...I remembered a lot of things when I came here by myself." she admits in a quieter voice. She's a little bit hesitant about telling Emma all of it. About her leaving the Hellfire Club in the middle of the night and ending up in the rough part of town where she once tended to a sick werewolf. She's afraid more that Emma will think her insane for even mentioning the werewolf than she is about the leaving without Sven. In all honesty she didn't want to wake him and disturb him. She's a bit too polite for high society. She glances over the top of the menu at Emma and chews her fingernail behind the menu.
Perhaps the cause of both Katrin and Paul's good fortune will be revealed upon arrival at one of the nicest tables in the house, since the Queen is only a few yards away. Hope's escapades without proper guard only draws a quick glance from the Queen, before she too lifts the menu to gaze over the listing of entrees. She's not going to scorn the girl over something said and done. "I was with you," she states simply, assuredly, and without hesitation. "I understand the need to do things on one's own. I've been doing that more and more lately. I must be getting old."
Katrin happens to glance over towards Emma and Hope's table as she walks past, needing to do a doubletake before she actually recognizes Hope. If she had any doubts, the snippets of conversation overheard are enough to be convincing. Well, it is good to hear Hope's memory is improving at least. She spares the pair a polite nod, not wanting to intrude upon their conversation, then slides into her chair as it is held out for her by one of the restraunt staff.
Hope smiles as she sets down the menu, a held breath exhaled slowly. Well that was easier than she thought. "To be honest I...well, part of the reason I spent that week here was ...well.." she looks down at the tabletop shyly as she says in a quiet voice "to make you proud of me. I..I want to be like you, so strong and brave. Nothing scares you." She picks up her water glass and takes a sip before going on. "I even spoke to a boy without being too scared." she confesses, her eyes sliding over toward the movement she catches out of the corner of her eyes and spies Katrin. A slight tilt of the head adn some thoughtfulness passes before the young woman waves over to Katrin.
Emma glances across to Hope for a moment, touched... but not letting the sentiment reach her visage. "Hope, dear... you have nothing to prove to anyone but yourself. I know you are capable of more than you believe. I know one day, you will be able to look upon the world with a carefree conscience, and a smile for all occasions to brighten even the darkest hours. I know it is in you to succeed. I can only show you the way."
So close, yet so far away, but Hope pretty much just made Katrin's night by that little wave - at least she isn't running in terror. Perhaps it's due to present company, but whatever it is, Katrin is content with that for now. She lifts a hand towards Hope in response, giving her friend a light wave and a brief smile, then drops her gaze to study the menu, not wanting to intrude. She exchanges a few soft words with Paul, giving his hand a light squeeze before he slides out from the table and walks off elsewhere to do who knows what.
Hope looks up brightly. She may know Emma better than most, at least on some level. It doesn't take gratuitous overtures from the woman for Hope to sense her praise or warmth. She just does. But then, she's always had a way of relating to those that keep thier emotions under wraps. "I sure hope so Aunt Emma. I'm trying, really hard." And she is. It took a lot of guts to be here alone that week, even if she did have her bodyguard with her. She glances over to Emma then to Katrin. "Would you mind of I invited a friend to join us?" she asks her god-mother.
Paul returns a few moments later, weaving his way through other patrons and waiters as arrives at the table. He removes his trench and puts it on the back of his chair, at least the kid has manors. "Sorry luv, I had to run take care of something first." He smiles and looks around quickly, just taking in the surroundings when he spots Emma and Hope. He bows his head slightly, "Ladies." He smiles a little and flicks a glance over them, and oddly enough spends that fraction of a second more looking at Hope, because frankly...Emma scares him. He looks back at Kat and smiles, "So, would you care for anything? My treat."
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