((No worries. I just thought I would correct you early so as to avoid further reference to the invisible hat and cane
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The overtly cheesy gesture of introduction was only befitting of a man who would wear such an outrageous outfit, and although Remy was internally rolling her eyes at the absurdity, she was well rehearsed in keeping up the façade of an emotion she was not actually feeling, which allowed her to laugh flirtatiously at his motion, raising a hand to her chest in a “I can’t believe how funny you are!” gesture, although if he were not so powerful Remy would likely have tossed her glass of champagne in his face and bolted to find some less juvenile company.
As it was, though, she was in the company of the head of the Order of the Phoenix. No matter what she thought of his outfit or his theatrics, Remy knew how rare a situation she found herself in. Jess was well connected with the Order, the ministry, and he came from one of the most prominent wizarding families in history. Although he didn’t look it in his tacky suit and cane, Jess was well-off, and Remy knew that in order to tap into any of those sources, she would need to put up with his antics, and no only put up with them, but actually pretend to enjoy them.
It’s a good thing I’ve watched so many of those horrible romantic comedies, Remy thought to herself as she stifled her intentionally melodic laughter and took another sip of the champagne,
Otherwise, I wouldn’t have the foggiest idea how to act as foolishly as I am about to.“Remy will suffice,” she dark-haired beauty intoned, throwing her locks over her shoulder as she flashed Jess a smile, “Though I could only hope to ever achieve such a grand introduction as the one you just gave.”
She had intentionally left out her last name, though it hardly carried any meaning here. She was still relatively new to this part of England, and she was careful to leave her past behind her whenever she skipped town. False names, cash only, and nothing more than a trail of broken men and women were usually all she left behind her, people she had sucked dry and then left them to pick up the pieces of what used to be a calm and ordered life. Remy was like a tornado – she came through like a whirlwind, held everyone’s attention for only a little while, and then left as abruptly as she had come. But the destruction left in her wake lasted much longer.
Her profession, though Jess had provided his, she avoided mentioning. For all Jess knew, Remy might be an equal, someone of power and influence, or she could be no one at all. That was the beauty of a chameleon personality – Remy could be anyone or anything that someone needed. Or at least make them believe that she was. A manager of an apothecary might not hold a Potter’s interest for long, but a mysterious woman in a low cut dress could likely intrigue for hours.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” Remy inquired after turning to the bar and picking up another glass of champagne, which she offered to her new companion. If she played her cards right, perhaps he would be her companion for the remainder of the evening, if not longer.
by Theodore Adrian Lupin Sun Feb 14, 2010 8:05 pm
