Suzanne was in London for work. The ministry had reached out her after there had been several reports of muggles encountering selkies in Scotland. Ministry obliviators had gotten involved to straighten out the incident, but of course all of that would be useless if the local colony in Loch Shiel kept antagonising muggle tourists visiting the area. Suzanne had agreed to talk to them and now was in London discuss the ministry's strategy and terms before travelling to Scotland for the actual negotiations.
It was a pretty standard incident. Suzanne thought it was probably just a few selkie teenagers having a bit of fun, but Brentwood at the Beasts Division was treating it like a high profile breech or the Statute of Secrecy. Suzanne wasn't sure why. Scottish muggles believed a lot of strange things, what was claiming to have seen a selkie among all of that? She'd debated not even coming in for this, but meeting Brentwood gave her an excuse to visit the ministry for an entirely different purpose.
A couple of days ago, she'd overheard a conversation between her father and some other wizard. Apparently, a potential suitor was finally being discussed. Suzanne had stood pressed against the door of her father's study for a full ten minutes soaking up every word said, but she still hadn't learned all that she wanted to know. Apparently, the potential match worked for the ministry, was a studious type and hailed from a respectable family. But what did he look like? How old was he? Her father, unfortunately, hadn't asked these things. Perhaps, they'd come up earlier in the conversation before Suzanne had been within earshot.
She understood that nothing was agreed or set in stone yet, but curiosity compelled her to check out the gentleman in question, a Mr Abercrombie. If she remembered correctly from the papers he was usually out and about with his cousin Farren. She tried to recall if they'd ever talked before, but her mind came up blank. The young Mrs Abercrombie-Rosier had an entirely different social circle than the Le Tissiers. Their paths hadn't really crossed all that much. Paris had always held more allure to Suzanne than London.
She'd agonised about her wardrobe for far longer than was reasonable. She wanted to look cute if this was to be a meaningful first meeting, but at the same time she still had to look like she was just going to work. In the end she'd settled on a matching ensemble
of a quilted skirt with a flared silhouette and half-cloak. Work-appropriate, but still fun.
No matter how well prepared she'd come, kicking her little reconnaissance mission into action turned out harder than anticipated. She'd literally had to beg one of her friends at the ministry to help her out. As a consultant she only came in occasionally and didn't know a lot of people working for other departments. However, her friend managed to eventually hook her up with a chap called Winthrop who divulged that Mr Abercrombie sometimes spent his lunch breaks reading in the ministry library. Even more excitingly, he'd described as Abercrombie as handsome.
Suzanne wanted to squeal in excitement, but bit down the emotion. It was too soon. He could still turn out to be an unpleasant person.
Now armed with a physical description Suzanne entered the library and took a look around. She didn't recognise anybody save a witch from the beasts division who had an unhealthy obsession with quintapeds. She quickly skipped past Ethel, only giving the woman the briefest of greetings. And then she spotted him, tall, dark and handsome. Well, at least she liked to imagine that it was him.
Suzanne took heart and approached the wizard in question. "Excuse me," she started gently. "I was hoping you could help out a colleague in a pinch here. I can't seem to find the book I am looking for or the librarian. Must have gone off to lunch I suppose."