Guidance in so many forms.[Avery]

[spazzchild2]

What an interesting title, ‘socialite’. AnaLeigh was considering this, and how to obtain the title as she stepped into the Three Broomsticks. It was raining lightly as the afternoon turned to twilight. Not exactly cold, but the breeze was enough to make the seventh year Slytherin shiver slightly. The pub was lively and a yellow light lit the bar. Ana considered taking a booth, but decided against it. Taking a seat on one of the stools in front of the bartender, she kept her mouth shut. Though lost in her thought, she was aware of the presence of another female.
Ana was not proud of the fact that she was an avid drinker. Lately she had been trying to cut back, for her sister’s sake, but old habits die hard. She ordered a shot of tequila while promising herself it would only be this one drink. A year ago, the thought of Ana not drinking would have made anyone laugh, including herself. But that, like a lot of things, she was trying to change.
Another thing she wasn’t proud of was the fact that AnaLeigh Natlick had worked a very long time to make sure she would never have to work a day in her life. The easiest way for her plan to work would be to marry rich, since she had the trust fund of a giraffe, but life had disagreed with her. Much to her delight and dismay, Ana had fallen hopelessly in love with Shiloh Cooper. With a sigh she drank the shot and considered ordering another.
Of course, one doesn’t just think about becoming a socialite. But the fact of the matter was that Ana was about to graduate and if she didn’t come up with a bulletproof plan soon, she would have to get a real job, and she could use some advice. Finally, she came out of her stupor and looked at the woman sitting next to her. It took her only a minute to realize who it was. Avery Krum, just the person Ana needed to talk to. With a confident smile, Ana spoke for the first time all evening, “Hi, I’m AnaLeigh. You must be Avery Krum.” She hoped Avery could help Ana find what she was looking for.

NOTES?!: Blahh. Here we go.
OUTFIT?!: UNCLICKABLE! Coming soon.
MUSE?!: You could be happy, snow patrol.

[[Yay for threads with Kennaaa<3]]

[avery]

Merlin's pants, she was bored. And if there was one thing that Avery Krum did not deal well with, it was boredom. From her spot, perched neatly on the edge of her bar stool, facing out onto the crowd of the Three Broomsticks, with her elbows supporting her and resting on the sticky bar top Avery could see nothing that caught her attention. The pub was full, the light rain that pattered against the cobblestones outside just enough to prevent anyone from socializing outside, but not nearly enough to hold anyone back from a night of drinking and harmless chatter. The air absolutely buzzed with sound, voices in low and high registers mixing in an indistinguishable clatter, as warm peals of laughter and shrieks of mirth occasionally punctuated the din. Brilliant blue eyes flickered over the crowd with out any particular target, just something that would entertain her.

A beautiful, bored girl could be a dangerous thing, Avery reflected, amused by the idea. Avery knew she was attractive. The fact presented itself in the mirror every morning, and Avery was a firm believer that appearances truly did make the first impression. Effortless was one way to describe Avery's style choice, and she lived up to that well. Tonight, long, slender legs took center stage in a pair of high waisted, high hemmed shorts, and spiked heels. A loose blouse bared her shoulders, and a creamy yellow purse was slung over one arm.

Boredom was not a state that Avery usually found herself. There was always something, or someone to do. She found herself right now wishing it was the latter and a slow lazy grin curled at her lips, teasing her pout into a smirk as she caught the eye of a wizard across the room. Boys, boys, boys. Avery couldn't get enough of them. And luckily for her it seemed there were plenty to go around. It wasn't even the sex that made the opposite sex so goddamn irresistible to her, though there was nothing a nice, steamy romp couldn't cure. As pleasurable as that particular carnal act was, there was a greater lure in the games that could be played. An undeniable sexiness came from the challenge of her lays, and Avery had never been one to be easily tempted. A beautiful, bored girl could be a dangerous thing, Avery reflected, amused by the idea.

Just as she was about to step down on her stool Avery was stopped by the sound of her face, an expression of irritation flickering across her face as she turned to glanced at the witch beside her. Oh fantastic, just what she needed. Avery didn't have time for silly little schoolgirls, trying to claw their way up into her social circle. "That would be me, can I help you?" Her voice was curt, and Avery hoped the girl wasn't as dense as she looked, and get a hint.


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