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RIGHT AT THE BORDERLINE
TAG @caerus | OUTFIT
Date: January 31, 2017
Location: The Nott Family Home
“New Year, same old me,” Remy said, as she stared into the mirror on the door. She shifted slightly, admiring the way the fabric of her dress moved against her skin. In true Remington Monroe fashion, she had chosen a delightful little green and black sequin number that she was sure would delight the rest of the Wizarding population. That is, if she ever managed to get out of this bloody house. It wasn’t that she was being held hostage — not in the slightest. In fact, the Nott family was saving her from the embarrassment of returning to the Orphanage for the rest of the Winter, something that she was eternally grateful for. However, she was going a little stir crazy sitting around the house. Caerus’ parents had gone out a few hours prior to some New Year’s Eve bash in London, leaving the two children to “behave themselves” and “not to get into any trouble.” Of course, Remington had agreed wholeheartedly, but the moment they had left, had raced upstairs to start her preparations for going out.
New Year’s Eve was one of her favorite holidays. It was a chance to drink until you couldn’t remember the past year which — given 2017 — was quite favorable. Giving her dress one final tug and spritzing on some of her new perfume, Remington winked once at her reflection in the mirror before grabbing a small bag and heading down the hallway where she knew she would find her housemate.
She and Caerus had been friends for as long as she had been at Hogwarts. Though they differed in many ways, when push came to shove, it was him who understood her best. Sure, he was a good shag, but he was more than that to her. Not too much more, she reminded herself before she knocked on his door. It wasn’t as if she liked liked him. That would be ridiculous. No, they were just friends who were uncommonly close. They were friends who liked to flirt and that was all. That was precisely where she drew the line. Plus, Remington never thought of herself as much of a one-man kind of girl. She enjoyed the thrill of the chase, but once something was in her grasp, she was more inclined to throw it into the bin than she was to cherish it like treasure. Boys were toys — that was something her mother had started saying to her as she got older.
Standing in front of the closed door, growing ever more impatient, Remington knocked again. This time, she didn’t wait for him to answer before she used the block heel of her shoe to push it open. She hoped that he was inside, though she couldn’t see him, yet. “C’mon, loser,” she said, leaning her arm up against Caerus’ doorframe as her eyes searched the room, looking for her Lord Nott. “We’re not staying in tonight…” Remy paused, weighing her options before deciding a rephrase was in order. “I’m not staying in tonight. And I require an escort per your father’s suggestion.” She held out her hand, a sparkle in her eye.
Location: The Nott Family Home
“New Year, same old me,” Remy said, as she stared into the mirror on the door. She shifted slightly, admiring the way the fabric of her dress moved against her skin. In true Remington Monroe fashion, she had chosen a delightful little green and black sequin number that she was sure would delight the rest of the Wizarding population. That is, if she ever managed to get out of this bloody house. It wasn’t that she was being held hostage — not in the slightest. In fact, the Nott family was saving her from the embarrassment of returning to the Orphanage for the rest of the Winter, something that she was eternally grateful for. However, she was going a little stir crazy sitting around the house. Caerus’ parents had gone out a few hours prior to some New Year’s Eve bash in London, leaving the two children to “behave themselves” and “not to get into any trouble.” Of course, Remington had agreed wholeheartedly, but the moment they had left, had raced upstairs to start her preparations for going out.
New Year’s Eve was one of her favorite holidays. It was a chance to drink until you couldn’t remember the past year which — given 2017 — was quite favorable. Giving her dress one final tug and spritzing on some of her new perfume, Remington winked once at her reflection in the mirror before grabbing a small bag and heading down the hallway where she knew she would find her housemate.
She and Caerus had been friends for as long as she had been at Hogwarts. Though they differed in many ways, when push came to shove, it was him who understood her best. Sure, he was a good shag, but he was more than that to her. Not too much more, she reminded herself before she knocked on his door. It wasn’t as if she liked liked him. That would be ridiculous. No, they were just friends who were uncommonly close. They were friends who liked to flirt and that was all. That was precisely where she drew the line. Plus, Remington never thought of herself as much of a one-man kind of girl. She enjoyed the thrill of the chase, but once something was in her grasp, she was more inclined to throw it into the bin than she was to cherish it like treasure. Boys were toys — that was something her mother had started saying to her as she got older.
Standing in front of the closed door, growing ever more impatient, Remington knocked again. This time, she didn’t wait for him to answer before she used the block heel of her shoe to push it open. She hoped that he was inside, though she couldn’t see him, yet. “C’mon, loser,” she said, leaning her arm up against Caerus’ doorframe as her eyes searched the room, looking for her Lord Nott. “We’re not staying in tonight…” Remy paused, weighing her options before deciding a rephrase was in order. “I’m not staying in tonight. And I require an escort per your father’s suggestion.” She held out her hand, a sparkle in her eye.