Post by Chloe Reynolds H5 on Aug 6, 2013 12:48:41 GMT
"Chloe, Mum wants to know if you're coming with us. Anthony will be there," Andrew teased as he stepped into her bedroom, waggling his eyebrows like an idiot.
Chloe paused for a second, glancing up from her critical examination of two skirts that looked almost identical. Her brother, annoying as ever, had pounced upon her crush on his best friend with all of the narrow-minded enthusiasm of Smudge when in pursuit of her toy mice. It had been embarrassing at first but now, after nearly six weeks of Andrew parading Anthony around the house like a prized toy, she was hard pressed to feel anything but irritated and mildly amused. The quickest way to get rid of a crush was clearly to have her older brother know about it. Reagan wouldn't have stood for it if she had been in Chloe's place but Chloe wasn't her forthright, stubborn older sister. So she lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug and shook her head placidly, leaning into her brother's side when he crossed the room to poke into her wardrobe thoughtfully. "Nah, I think I'll pass. I'm not in the mood to watch people feed your ego. Next time for sure though, yeah?"
"I'll hold you to that," Andrew threatened playfully, tugging on a strand of her recently dyed hair. "I miss the days when you'd model with me, kiddo. People loved us back then."
"Yeah, because you were cute back then. She still is, but you're just lucky that you've outgrown your gangly, geeky years," a masculine voice broke in, and Chloe couldn't help but to whirl around and grin at Anthony brightly, her cheeks warming. "Hey, Chloe. You ready, Drew?"
"Yeah, yeah, coming. Don't even think about wearing that skirt, sis," he added absent-mindedly. "It's not winter; there's no need to wear something that long. Mum put some new skinny jeans in the dining room though. They might be a bit long, but you've got heels, right?"
"You're such a girl," Anthony sighed as he steered his best friend down the stairs, his voice growing faint. "Has your sister done something to her hair? It looks way different."
Her brother, ladies and gentlemen; possibly the only older brother in the history of life to rebuke his sister for thinking about wearing a knee-length skirt during summer. The jeans were a good idea though. She loved Muggle clothes. They were just so versatile - and so comfortable! Muggles might not have magic but jeans had been created by a genius nevertheless, Chloe was pretty sure. So...jeans, her pretty white heeled sandals and - Chloe flicked her eyes downwards to check the colour of her nails thoughtfully - the fitted red blouse that Reagan had given her as part of her birthday present. It was time to stop wearing certain clothes just because they were comfortable. Clothes were supposed to be fashionable and pretty. She was the daughter and sister of models, for Merlin's sake, especially since Mum was considering retiring from music to commit solely to modelling. It was time to start acting like it, particularly since her new blonde hair made her look so much more like her mother and siblings.
For all the effort she put into her appearance, Chloe soon found herself wandering around Hogsmeade aimlessly. None of her friends had replied to the owls she sent out about meeting up today but there was no way she was going to admit defeat and head over to the photography studio to meet up with Andrew and Mum. She just didn't feel comfortable there anymore. Everyone there was so beautiful or handsome and it just made her inadequacies all the more pronounced when she stood alongside them. It wasn't fair to the people there, she knew; a lot of them had been there back when she had been eight years old and perfectly happy to pose for a few photos with her mum and Andrew, and Mum had often told her that people remembered her and asked after her sometimes. She sort of missed them too, what little she could remember of them, but Chloe was never going back there unless she absolutely had to.
Madam Puddifoot's wasn't as busy as it always seemed to be during Hogsmeade visits during the school year, Chloe noticed as she passed it with a sigh. She had never been in there and sometimes it felt like she never would. Andrew, who had been dragged in there by various girlfriends, had assured her that it was honestly a terrible place that no one in their right mind could possibly enjoy but it was still one of the places associated with the Hogwarts experience. Even Reagan, who despised pink and frilly things, had been in the tea shop with her first boyfriend. Well, that would just have to be one of the things that her new self - with new hair, a renewed love for the fashion magazines she always flicked through during History of Magic, and a fervour to be pretty and popular - set out to achieve over the next three years.
Chloe paused for a second, glancing up from her critical examination of two skirts that looked almost identical. Her brother, annoying as ever, had pounced upon her crush on his best friend with all of the narrow-minded enthusiasm of Smudge when in pursuit of her toy mice. It had been embarrassing at first but now, after nearly six weeks of Andrew parading Anthony around the house like a prized toy, she was hard pressed to feel anything but irritated and mildly amused. The quickest way to get rid of a crush was clearly to have her older brother know about it. Reagan wouldn't have stood for it if she had been in Chloe's place but Chloe wasn't her forthright, stubborn older sister. So she lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug and shook her head placidly, leaning into her brother's side when he crossed the room to poke into her wardrobe thoughtfully. "Nah, I think I'll pass. I'm not in the mood to watch people feed your ego. Next time for sure though, yeah?"
"I'll hold you to that," Andrew threatened playfully, tugging on a strand of her recently dyed hair. "I miss the days when you'd model with me, kiddo. People loved us back then."
"Yeah, because you were cute back then. She still is, but you're just lucky that you've outgrown your gangly, geeky years," a masculine voice broke in, and Chloe couldn't help but to whirl around and grin at Anthony brightly, her cheeks warming. "Hey, Chloe. You ready, Drew?"
"Yeah, yeah, coming. Don't even think about wearing that skirt, sis," he added absent-mindedly. "It's not winter; there's no need to wear something that long. Mum put some new skinny jeans in the dining room though. They might be a bit long, but you've got heels, right?"
"You're such a girl," Anthony sighed as he steered his best friend down the stairs, his voice growing faint. "Has your sister done something to her hair? It looks way different."
Her brother, ladies and gentlemen; possibly the only older brother in the history of life to rebuke his sister for thinking about wearing a knee-length skirt during summer. The jeans were a good idea though. She loved Muggle clothes. They were just so versatile - and so comfortable! Muggles might not have magic but jeans had been created by a genius nevertheless, Chloe was pretty sure. So...jeans, her pretty white heeled sandals and - Chloe flicked her eyes downwards to check the colour of her nails thoughtfully - the fitted red blouse that Reagan had given her as part of her birthday present. It was time to stop wearing certain clothes just because they were comfortable. Clothes were supposed to be fashionable and pretty. She was the daughter and sister of models, for Merlin's sake, especially since Mum was considering retiring from music to commit solely to modelling. It was time to start acting like it, particularly since her new blonde hair made her look so much more like her mother and siblings.
For all the effort she put into her appearance, Chloe soon found herself wandering around Hogsmeade aimlessly. None of her friends had replied to the owls she sent out about meeting up today but there was no way she was going to admit defeat and head over to the photography studio to meet up with Andrew and Mum. She just didn't feel comfortable there anymore. Everyone there was so beautiful or handsome and it just made her inadequacies all the more pronounced when she stood alongside them. It wasn't fair to the people there, she knew; a lot of them had been there back when she had been eight years old and perfectly happy to pose for a few photos with her mum and Andrew, and Mum had often told her that people remembered her and asked after her sometimes. She sort of missed them too, what little she could remember of them, but Chloe was never going back there unless she absolutely had to.
Madam Puddifoot's wasn't as busy as it always seemed to be during Hogsmeade visits during the school year, Chloe noticed as she passed it with a sigh. She had never been in there and sometimes it felt like she never would. Andrew, who had been dragged in there by various girlfriends, had assured her that it was honestly a terrible place that no one in their right mind could possibly enjoy but it was still one of the places associated with the Hogwarts experience. Even Reagan, who despised pink and frilly things, had been in the tea shop with her first boyfriend. Well, that would just have to be one of the things that her new self - with new hair, a renewed love for the fashion magazines she always flicked through during History of Magic, and a fervour to be pretty and popular - set out to achieve over the next three years.