“Show-offish…” Adrienne mused, letting the word roll over her tongue. It sounded like a fairly awkward word, fit for its application in this conversation. In any case, she was glad that she wouldn’t have to call attention to herself by raising a placard with a number on it. At least they might don a veneer of socialization whilst bidding.

With her gloves on, the last item she needed was her shawl, which Olympe should have put on the back of the chair she’d just stood up from. “Actually, there is.” She replied to her husband, picking up the shawl and donning it. It was made of long sheer silk that fluttered along with the rest of her dress, and more meant for the visual effect of her costume rather than practicality. There was no scenario in which this particular shawl would keep her warm.

“I was able to secure a draft of the roster, there are some signed first editions that might pique your interest,” She cast him an ambiguous, knowing smile. “And a few other items that I think might capture your attention.” Namely some limited edition Quidditch supplies, and an early edition of a new broom that was set to release later in the winter.

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