Post by remy on Jan 6, 2010 18:45:58 GMT
HOW YOU CHOOSE TO EXPRESS YOURSELF IT'S ALL
your own and i can tell it comes naturally, it comes naturally. you follow what you [/font]
FEEL INSIDE LISTEN TO IT IF YOU DON'T HAVE TO TRY IT COMES
naturally and it takes my breath away what you do so naturally
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And it was done. A rather tired and distressed Remy had left the gathering in the great forest, trying to keep calm. In less than 24 hours their virus would be spreading throughout the school, all the flithy mudbloods and half breeds in the school would be coughing their lungs up and quietly dying in corners, whilst they- the purebloods (or acceptable half bloods) would be in their hideout- all to be set up after the dance tomorrow. They left the forest separately, making their way to the fringe together and departing at five or ten minute intervals. Remy was the first to go, though it probably should have been the others- Scorpius looked like he had been dying for some sleep.
Remy walked quickly and without faltering for once, her Converses crunching slightly in the frost covering grass. The vial now sealed with the poison weighed heavy in her hand and her breath grew raid, though she tried to stop it billowing away in huge white clouds. She never had been very good at being discreet, but she hoped that now her Veela blood would work its magic and she would remain all but invisible to the night.
It took her about five minutes to quickly cross the lawn and slip through the hulking doors into the empty and dimmed atrium of the school. The door had been left open by some incompetent squib or mudblood, whoever did that sort of thing in the castle, but for once the gang of Slytherins (and Gryffindor) had been glad of it. Looking behind her, and thinking of her choices Remy decided to ascend the stairs. Usually, as a Slytherin she went the other way, but upstairs was everything else in the castle- including the Prefects bathroom. At this time tomorrow it would be mobbed with Prefects and their partners getting ready for the dance, and all she wanted to do was relax. She never really put much effort into getting ready for formal events- her hair was a constant of perfection and her veela-ness took care of the rest. So. A purely relaxing visit.
It was so late at night in the castle that the stairways had largely stopped moving, and Remy had an undisturbed path to the fifth floor. The teachers had long since gone to bed- the only ones wandering the castle were those whom she had convened with, and she was sure most of them would be heading for their beds.
As she reached the door Remy whispered the password to the statue of Boris the Bewildered and was soon granted entry. She wasn't a Prefect, but all the cool kids (aka the cool Slytherins) knew the password from their dear friends (and dear enemies whom they had blackmailed, or, in Remys case seduced). As soon as she entered Remy was stuck by the beautiful view from the huge windows directly opposite the door, which now shut behind her. Although the sky appeared black, at one point there was what looked like a cloud formation with dazzling reds and oranges in the center, purples and blues fading out to blacks. It was almost as if the sun was burning a hole in the velvet sky.
Simultaneously, Remy's heavy black velvet cloak dropped to the floor and she was jerked back into reality. And then the rest of her outfit followed, her jeans, loose jumper, Converses and camisole all lay discarded on the floor. It was a shame she hadn't put more planning into this- no swimsuit. Oh well. It was only her here, she would survive in her underwear. Her brown-blonde hair, tired up in a sleek bun in the forest, remained in place for the moment. Once she found the good hair products she would wash it, but not until then.
Everything tonight seemed to be done in semi-slow motion, and placing the vial inside one of her Converse trainers (out of sight of course) Remy slowly stepped down the flat steps into the bath and straight down the center, heading for the vast array of taps that would fragrance the room. First the hot water tap to fill the bath to the brim- Remy delighted in the sensation when it hit her skin, her breath hitching- not for the first time that night- as her shivering frame met almost-boiling water. Next came the scents, and Remy pulled a random knob. Vanilla, one of her favourite scents. She wasn't one of the people who liked to mix a billion different scents into her bath, more of a purist. The vanilla created a golden shimmering trail up the bath and the scent radiated from the fine haze in what seemed to be waves.
Remy breathed in, and when it was enough the taps went off. A hot, scented pool. One of her favourite places. She swam lazily to the center of the pool where there was a small circular island on which to sit whilst still being immersed by the water. Remy rested there, her head leaning back to hit the column behind her. Her eyes fluttered close and her consciousness waned, though she was still aware of sounds and movement around her. Which was why she was alarmed when she heard the door closing. Someone was disturbing her peace.
words eight hundred and seventy six
outfit here
music naturally
notes >.<
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