°| 7th °| Slytherin °| But there's an Angel in your blood flow too, a skin-kneed, last-ditch attempt at innocence. °|
Child to the Night and to the Moon.
@HoldenR_NG < standing here in the flesh, but doesn't it get /boring/?" She huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. "You won't actually become like that, will you?"
@HoldenR_NG Clary was not sure what exactly persuaded her to go to this festival. She was bound to get sunburned, considering her extremely sensitive skin, and alcohol tended to raise her blood lust and lower her self control. Long story short - ~
@HoldenR_NG < guessing the only reason your father let you go in the first place was because you can make connections here, wasn't it? Do these man ever /not/ think about business? I mean, I know the reason my father drowns himself in his work and she's >
@HoldenR_NG ~ words. "Don't be jealous now, Rosier. I'll give you plenty of attention... As long as you keep your shoes on." She grinned, and gave her friend a quick embrace. "And with some alcohol in you, I'm sure you'll make plenty of international ~
@HoldenR_NG ~ would chat her up and she'd happily go along. At Hogwarts, most people knew exactly what she was. But the people here? They had no idea, and good god was it liberating.
@HoldenR_NG ~ well-composed. She wondered how that would change once she got some alcohol in his system. They had agreed to meet up at the rendez-vous point closest to the main stage, which was where she was hanging around now. Already intoxicated people ~