Olive Lovegood had never been to De Monfault Theatre before. Sure, she knew of it, being a part of the high class society like she was, but she'd never had the chance to actually see a show there before. But that would all change soon, something that made Olive very happy indeed. As she dressed for the occasion, she hummed a sunny tune to herself and to the maid that was helping her get dressed. "It's very exciting, you know." She said airily as her corset was tightened. The maid just made a humming noise in response, never really talking to Olive for some reason that Olive could never figure out. "I've never been to the theatre before. If only my family would be accompanying me." She sighed wistfully, but she didn't worry overlong on the fact that her family would be absent that evening. She didn't mind too terribly that it would just be her and her chaperone at the theatre.

She had stopped by her home, of course, to change into a dress more befitting of the place she was going. She didn't have her fancier dresses with her at Hogwarts, of course, and so she was at her home preparing for her visit to the theatre. She didn't bother to paint her face after her dress was on, it was never her thing, make-up so she never wore it unless it was at the biggest of events. Even then she wore very little of it, preferring her natural look to any look that painting her face could give her. She was a girl of seventeen after all, untouched by the blemishes of age and therefore un-needing û in her opinion û of make-up. In fact, she wished no one would wear make-up, thinking that people's natural looks were always the best. But things were not always as Olive wanted or thought they should be, for she was a silly girl to most.

It wasn't long before she was ready to go to the theatre, finding her chaperone Madeline and walking her way to her destination. Sure, she was now old enough to apparate, but she found that she quite enjoyed the daytime as it was now, slowly settling into evening time. The sun was just dipping below the horizon and it painted the sky a lovely mix of pinks and oranges and perhaps a tinge of purples. It was one of the most beautiful things Olive had ever seen and she gave a slight twirl in the streets, attracting attention like she so often did. But she didn't notice, so caught up in her own world was she. In fact, when they arrived to the theatre Olive almost walked right on by it and had it not been for her chaperone she would have bypassed it entirely.

When they walked into the theatre they found their seats and awaited the show to start. It didn't take long at all and before long she found herself completely enraptured in the story that was taking place on stage. She almost didn't respond to the voice she heard next to her, asking how she liked the show, because she was so wrapped up in the story. But she tore herself away long enough to look to the source of the voice. A smile graced her lips and she gave an æoh' of something like surprise. "I'm quite enjoying it, actually. It's utterly enrapturing, thank you." She said in her usual soft tone. "What about you? What do you think of the show?" She asked without thinking that perhaps it would be improper. She didn't care much for propriety after all. Not that she ever purposefully went against it; she just didn't understand that some things were not proper. Waiting for a response, she just smiled all the more at the handsome older man.

Olive smiled as the older man took a seat, careful to leave an empty chair in between them. She listened to his words thoughtfully and inclined her head, putting her pointer to her plush lips as though deep in thought. When he finished his words she opened her mouth to speak in her ever dreamy tone, "I suppose you would enjoy the looks on people's faces. It is your theatre after all, and you must enjoy knowing that you help to bring such joy to people." It was wholly an assumption on her part that he was the owner, but she vaguely remembered seeing him in the Daily Prophet at one point or another. She couldn't remember what the article had said, but she was sure it was nothing but good things as the man before her seemed every bit as gentlemanly as a man should be.

She noted how handsome he was, despite his obvious seniority over her. He had creases in his features here and there, subtle and not at all detracting from his overall looks. In fact she found that they made him look rather dignified, adult and handsome. She smiled to him as she thought these things, the slightest fluttering in her gut from girlish infatuation. She may have been and odd girl, but she was still a girl prone to attraction to men just like anyone else. Though she hadn't anticipated that she'd find the theatre owner as attractive as she did. He was very handsome indeed, and she found that as her lips moved the words flew from her mouth.

"You're quite handsome you know, Mr. de Monfault." She said it without any bit of shame, looking him right in the eye as she spoke her words. It was in her nature to say things that were conceived as uncomfortable without batting an eye. She was just like that, a trait that was uniquely Olive that people either loved or hated. She liked to think it was the former, but then again she didn't really seem to realize how improper she was at times. Either that or she really didn't care. It was hard to tell with the dreamy-eyed young Miss Lovegood. "Your features are very friendly." She went on to say with a nod of her head as though to reiterate her words. "I quite like that." She smiled wistfully his way.

When enough silence passed she turned her body towards him ever so slightly. "I'm Olive Lovegood." She introduced herself, smile still present on her face. She held her hand out to him, as though to shake it though such was odd for a young lady to do. But she didn't care too much; she was used to going against the grain. Not that she ever tried to do such, it just seemed that she had a way of being a bit different from what societal norms would dictate. Inclining her head ever so slightly she continued to smile his way, waiting for a response.