Netta waited patiently, enjoying her coffee as she people watched. She tried not to think too much about what she could do to them. There were so many opportunities but she kept to herself. She wanted to behave for the last few days in France. She had Lykke coming to stay and had to be on her absolute best behaviour and she was hoping she could find a balance in her life between being 'normal' and enjoying herself, embracing who she was. To do that though, she needed to practice, and who better than Lykke? He was nice and easy to get along with, plus he had a spirit that could be watching at any moment. It would be interesting, Netta had neglected to mention Hulda to her parents.

Netta looked up from her coffee at the sound of her name and smiled at Lykke. "You made it!" She was most pleased that he had come, now she could really focus on being a normal human. She had to try it all day, every day at school, but this was different, here she had the freedom to take Lykke anywhere and do whatever she pleased to him without him or anyone else ever realising. She could tell her parents he'd never arrived and his parents would believe he got lost. Though of course he had the spirit with him so while Hulda was tethered to Lykke, Netta was tethered by good behaviour.

Netta stood and stepped to Lykke's side. bending she gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Normal. "I'm so pleased you're here. It has been such a long time! Did you find the place easy enough? Would you like a drink?" Netta knew she was bombarding him with questions but she noticed girls did that when they got excited so she thought she'd give it a go. Perhaps later she could ask if he'd been in contact with Sabine. She didn't really care but as she was the one that suggests the whelp try and fuck the whore, why not enquire to seem normal? Or perhaps it was more normal to stay out of their business. Sabine would let her know if Lykke decided to message her and if anything happened between the two of them. Netta would have to think about that one. Perhaps Lykke would bring up the subject of Sabine.

Netta smiled happily at Lykke, or at least she hoped she looked happy. She did not want to look miserable or weird. She wanted to come off as normal which was a bit easier around Lykke as he had something strange about him. Hulda. She wasn’t normal. Well she was, she was a spirit, but it wasn’t exactly common that a spirit be attached to a person. She’d read about it once before but it wasn’t known why the spirit had attached itself to a human. At the time both the human and spirit denied doing anything to keep themselves joined and the spirit was only free once it’s human died. It was creepy and fascinating. Netta loved the idea of having a creepy spirit, connected to herself that could give her advice and keep look out for her, and it would have to be creepy, sadistic and a compete murderer, just like her.

“The people here are so very friendly, always willing to offer advice or directions.” She smiled. It was quite sickening really, every one was polite and nice and Netta just wished that the nom was to send someone off in the wrong direction, to kidnap people down dark alley’s and … well she was trying not to think about all those fun things but she would fit right in if the world was a little more like that. If there were such things as parallel universes she was certain she would find one she was better suited for. This world was corrupt but not nearly enough, still it meant there were plenty of victims. That made Netta smile.

Hulda popped up and eyes were on the ghost. Netta stood and curtsied a little. “But of course!” She grinned. So much smiling was going to start hurting her face. "It is a pleasure to be re-acquainted, Hulda.” She smiled. She couldn’t very well hug or shake hands with the ghost so a small curtsy was the best she could do to keep up her manners, and besides, her mother would expect nothing less really and Netta was always looking to stay in her parents good books. The smallest thing would happen and their eyes would instantly look to her. Dead fox? Netta. Missing pet? Netta. She couldn’t catch a break from those people, but it didn’t matter, she would be out of school soon and able to live her own life. They wanted for her to marry a rich, pureblooded wizard or as a back up plan attend Aridorn to further her education. Netta didn’t want to do either of those things. She wanted to be earning money and doing what she did best. Perhaps she could train to become an assassin, get paid to do what she loved. It would make life more fun to love what you were paid to do.

“I’ll go get you something warm.” She said, making her way to the counter and ordering a hot cocoa for her visitor. She exchanged money for a stand with a number and made her way back to the table, setting it down. “I hope you do not mind a hot cocoa.” She said. “It is a little chilly today and we have a small walk back to my home.” Her place wasn’t that far luckily and they could always apparate but it would be nice to keep her urges under control. If she apparated then she would be tempted to take him elsewhere, walking she had to behave. Right now she thought she was doing a marvellous job of behaving herself.