Jess Potter wrote: ((Sorry, had to leave the actual quote out, took too much room xD. Rest assured, i wont bring up the hat and cane any further))
Jess thought for a minute. "She's cracking onto me," He thought to himself with an internal grin. What an odd turn of events this was. He'd come to the dance looking for a good time with some friends, but now he was talking to a complete stranger. "Remy," he said softly, a thoughtful look crossing his face for a moment. "French?" He then inquired, shaking his head a little to get back on topic.
"Well," he began, "I'm just here looking to have a good time, meet some people. Lord knows i don't get out enough," he said with a smile. "All in all, there's no intention, just talking for the sake of it," he told her
((Sorry for the delay. Exams are killing me. Also, what does “she’s cracking onto me” mean?))
The expression which crossed Jess Potter’s face as he ran her name across his tongue was enough to make Remy give one of her signature smirks. It was as if he were tasting the word, getting a feel for it. She hadn’t expected to see such a pensive look crossing the face of someone with such an audacious personality, but she should not have been so hasty to make assumptions about the depth of Jess’s thoughts. Anyone who had earned the title of head of Order of the Phoenix must have at least something going on upstairs.
The smirk played across her lipstick stained lips when he guessed the language of origin of her name. To be honest, Remy hadn’t the foggiest idea which language her name came from. It could be French, German, or Elvish for all she knew. But she nodded in response, allowing the imitation of a genuine smile to cross her features. It didn’t much matter that Jess could be completely incorrect about her name; men loved to be right, and on this simple topic, there would be no harm in letting him believe he was.
Remy took another sip of the champagne, being careful not to guzzle it. It was hardly becoming of a woman to drink heavily, even if, like Remy, she could handle it. Remy was unsure how Jess or the other powerful men in the room would take to her drinking whiskey like water, so for now she would stick to the more delicate drinking habits of society women. It added to the façade.
As she lowered the fluted glass back to the bar, Remy ran her finger across the corner of her lips, both to subtly draw attention there and to check that her lipstick had not smudged. Her finger came away clean, so she lowered her hand back to her side, the other arm resting on the bar in the impression of a casual conversation. But this conversation was not casual for Remy, though Mr. Potter seemed to be taking it that way. His answer to her question about his company had proven what she already suspected, which was that Jess suspected nothing.
Just as it should be, Remy purred mentally, pleased that she was off to a good start. Practiced as she was, she knew the chances of being caught were slim, but she knew to celebrate the small victories as well as the full fledged championing.
“Well would you care to get out a little bit more? Like out to the dance floor, perhaps?” Remy asked somewhat flirtatiously, relying on the love-holiday to serve as her cover for being so blatant about her advances on Jess. Valentine’s Day was a perfect excuse to behave badly, not that she needed one.