Post by remy on Jan 30, 2010 23:44:34 GMT
AIN'T GOT A CARE IN THE WORLD BUT GOT PLENTY
of beer ain't got no money in my pocket but i'm already here and now the dudes are lining up
'CAUSE THEY HEAR WE GOT SWAGGER BUT WE KICK[/font][/color]
them to the kerb unless they look like mick jagger i'm talkin' about everyone getting crunk
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The dance was already begun by the time Remy ascended the winding staircase from the Slytherin dungeons. Only a few people hung back in the foyer until such a time as she arrived, but they all turned around and stared at her. She was a beauty, as she always was, and the mini-dress in black and white perfectly contrasted with her pale skin and dark hair. Her face had little make-up, just a hint of mascara. Her lips, deep rosy red, were like a split rosebud on her face, almost as if someone had ainted a splash of colour on a monochrome canvas. However, of this Remy was unaware. In her hand she clutched her flower print case bag, and inside the plush velvet lining lay the vial of upmost importance. She smiled cooly, looking at all the people in the foyer as she strolled into the hall at an almost brisk pace. However, inside she was nervous, her heart pounding in her chest. What was wrong? Slytherins, especially ones of such prime blood and example, did not get nervous. But this was so important. Too important for words. She tried to control it, but her body shaked minutely as she slithered inside the hall, trying to attract as little attention as possible. That was always impossible, but her head went down and her hair cloaked her epxression for the most part, all but a signature Slytherin smile peeking out beneath her sparkling emerald eyes.
With those eyes she scanned the room as she leaned against the entrance wall. Those practically childlike students were dancing and cheering, and in a sadistic way it made Remy happy. They wouldn't be so cheerful for so long after. Her hand fumbled with the clumsy cased clutch. She glanced glacially around for a friend, and ally, a co-conspirator. No such luck to be found, and hopefully she didn't look out of place. Remy didn't dance at formal events, she stood around looking seductively moody. She hoped she did now, for even with all the worry in her mind how she seemed to others still mattered to her. In fact, maybe the worry exacerbated the feeling- it was all the more important now that she felt normal than it had been before.
Remy sauntered over to the bar on the other wall. The laughter was at a high and she squinted slightly against the noise. A bartender took her order and rolled his eyes at the hyper students. Remy responded in kind with a humoured smirk. "Tell me about it, at least you are not schooled with them."
Remy picked up her butterbeer, still clutching the case containing the vial, and turned around slowly, but found a figure obstructing her path. A small smirk appeared on her face as she looked down at her feet and up again. "Excuse me, I do believe you're in my way,"[/color] she almost whispered, making sure the breath was carried on a low sound to make it quiet. Her gaze was quietly mutinous as she waited for the recipient of the gaze to realise their faux pas.[/font][/size][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
TAGS open!
WORDS n/a
OUTFIT here
MUSIC r&j
NOTES sorry, this is terrible.. [/font]