Lovise paused for the most marginal of moments before walking purposefully up to the counter. Her white cheeks flushed from the cold and veiled insult, she made sure her boots tapped over the floor. The bastard seemed consumed by a ratty old book so she dropped her purse directly on it immediately under his nose.<br/>"You are mister Scathefire, ja? I have et appointment." The barest twitch of her long nose was all of her disdain that slipped through, though it was clear from the way she pressed her lips together that she was less than impressed. "I am Lovise Riis, and I think you should not believe so many things."<br/>Though thick, her accent was almost musical in the way she lilted from one syllable to the next. From her snow-pale skin and high cheekbones, to the odd way she swallowed her vowels, Lovise was the very image of a nordic ski-queen. Even the way her wide hips moved when she shifted her weight impatiently seemed designed for a slalom.<br/>To avoid any other unpleasantness, she passed him her immigration ID. The moving portrait on the card winked and blew kisses up at them while the documentation around the rim of the card proclaimed her to be exactly who she claimed. Most notably, however, was the seal in the top right corner of the card. The crest of Merlin over two crossed wands marked her as pure-blooded, but the five sparking stars surrounding the crest signified just how pure. Very few British wizards would be able to claim their fifth star so easily.<br/>"Is correct, ja? We can talk now? Or you would send me to Buger und Books?"