When the hostess finally led her to a private room at the back of the teahouse Parkinson was sitting in the corner looking the epitome of a proper pureblood lady. She wore a luxurious robe over a soft pink blouse and an expensive looking pencil skirt. At the end of her crossed legs, she was wearing a pair of truly phenomenal high heels. They were at least four inches high and a similar shade of pink to her blouse. She was delicately drinking from an exquisite teacup.