The Louder the Music the More Fun ((Cleo))

[sammy]

((Sorry about the title. Lame, I know. I'm really bad at making threads. ))

Cathy looked around the passing surroundings. It was the concrete jungle she had made her own. How was she ever going to get used to it? She had been here for five years nd yet....she still longed for that far-away place that had been friendlier then this. There had been no Gisselle and there had been no fashions or social arrangements. Cathy had once been the normal, poor girl of the Louisiana bayou. She had once lived off weaving baskets and cooking gumbo. Now, there were servants to do your every command and money to spare. She glanced at Gisselle, the mirror reflection of herself. She was driving and humming a little tune to herself, which turned her on to the radio. She put it on loud, considering the wind was lashing their faces and whistling in their ears. It was what happened in a convertible. The red slick car went through the spreading traffic with great agility. Gisselle never complied with the rules. She even passed a red light once. Cathy was expecting to hear sirens any moment but all that was heard was the rubber of tires. She raised her eyes gratefully when Gisselle finally stopped at the Club they were visiting. It was the best one in town; Daphne would know, considering she was always in the middle of the social life of London. She was a well known pureblood in the magical society and a well known muggle in the muggle world. Cathy admired her and hated her. Her cold demeanor was hidden by her seemingly impassable beauty, which Gisselle longed to have on her features someday. She was meeting her boyfriend here. Cathy, however, had just decided to tag along. She had no boyfriend at the moment, although she had been asked more then once. The music surpassed the radio they had on earlier; it was pounding through the brick building so loud she thought it would all crumble to the ground.

They entered with grace....well, Gisselle did. She always made an appearance wherever she went, which drew eyes to her and her clothing for the day, which included a short skirt and a silk white blouse. Her golden hair flowed around her shoulders and her gray-blue eyes smiled charmingly at any guy in the surrounds. Almost like a magnet, people surrounded around her, all expecting something fun to happen. Cathy wondered away from them silently, not wanting to be apart of their mischievous plans. The music was already pounding through her head and blood, which boiled when Gisselle laughed at her for not going with anyone. She was already on the dance floor, dancing with Beau Andreas. Cathy eyed them enviously before turning to her drink, which was a martini. It was tasty and had a certain flavor to it that made Cathy want to get up. One of the things Gisselle and Cathy had in common was their thirst to dance. They could both dance exceptionally well, which pleased Daddy and Daphne. She reached over to buy a burger and took a bite of it. Why had she tagged along so willingly? There was nothing for her to do here anyway. Unless she went outside and rode around London a few times. She was tempted to do just this but decided to wait, in case something happened to change the circumstances.

[cleo]

Cleo was in a bad mood. But she wasn’t one to just sit back and wallow. No, Cleo just dressed to catch eyes. Right now that meant a deep red tank-top that showed her midriff, short black mini-skirt and knee-high stiletto boots. A black leather jacket and murderously deep red lip-stick and Cleo was ready. Pushing through her vibrant red with her fingers spread Cleo left her hair be. It had a bit tousled and wind-blown look and it fitted her looks. She looked mystical and just a little bit dangerous.
Grabbing a small backpack – also black – Cleo ran out of her room. Not paying any attention to her grand-parents who were hosting a small tea-party Cleo just ran out letting the big doors of the mansions loudly crash closed behind her. She had felt the need to get out of the old stuffed mansion. To go out and let herself loose. Do something completely crazy. To just enjoy herself while she was still strong, still free, still good-looking and loving life.

Cleo jumped into the car her grand-parents owned and gave the driver her order which was simple. One of the fanciest dance-clubs in London. It was in the muggle part of London, but the music was good, there company wasn’t too bad either and the drinks were good. Not that Cleo ever drank anything besides water.
In a few moments the car already pulled into the parking lot with the help of a lot of magic. Cleo bounded out of the car and walking with a quick pace moved swiftly down the street turned the corner and entered the club. Throwing the leather jacket off her shoulders Cleo made a bee-line to the bar. She had came here often, so the barman didn’t even argue when he accepted Cleo’s jacket and bag for safe-keeping.
The music blasting over the club Cleo felt a familiar buzz in her as the music vibrate around and through her.

With a wild twirl Cleo threw her arms up and with a sway of her hips was swept off onto the dance-floor. Cleo didn’t care about who she was dancing with as long as her partner could keep up her pace. Sway of her lips, quick and accurate movements, absolute freedom around her – Cleo wasn’t short of guys wanting to dance with her as well as the light seeking her out. It was about an hour later when Cleo made a break. Her cheeks were flushed, and despite wearing only a tank-top she wasn’t cold. Making a straight line to the bar Cleo smiled and ordered a bottle of water. A girl was near-by as Cleo’s eyes took her over. She stood out because she wasn’t socializing nor dancing like others in the club. Cleo didn’t really make friends here either, but she danced. And she was good at it. When her sharp green eyes met the other girls Cleo noticed that she had been staring. Not being bothered by it Cleo just cocked a shapely black arch of an eye-brow, gave a curl of her lips and raised her water-bottle in half-salute before uncorking it and drinking thirstily.

[sammy]

Cathy bit down on her lower lip as she watched other people dance on the dance floor. It was nearing the middle of the afternoon and more and more people were entering and dancing with friends and others. Cathy felt somewhat alone when she realized she was the only person not conversing with another. She was also happy that she wasn't talking; some of the people around her could be dangerous. Some of them were old enough to drink alcohol and got drunk and crazy. With Cathy's past clear in her mind, she looked at the crowd with suspicion. Where any of them there for a real reason? Or did they just like to dance? Gisselle often complained that Cathy thought of things no one else did and that she was....strange. Gisselle pitied her twin. Cathy had often been hurt by this, although she refused to show it. Was she just weird and afraid of the dark thoughts that could enter some minds. She pulled her golden hair behind her left ear before swiveling in her seat to face a girl that had been staring at her. She was dressed perfectly for the occasion. While as Cathy only wore a buttoned green blouse and a jean skirt. She gave a have-smile as the girl saluted her. She stood and walked past the remaining seats between them, sitting down next to her.

She drank in her appearance swiftly. She had red hair and make-up that brought out her looks thoroughly. She wore a tang-top. Cathy raised an eyebrow cautiously. Who was this girl? She did look familiar but from where, Cathy couldn't quite place it. Was she from the muggle school downtown London? Cathy eyed her curiously before holding out a hand. "I'm Cathy Dumas. Have we met before?" she asked with a questioning glance. Her brows were knitted together, trying to remember something. It hit her where she had seen her suddenly, but she made no notion to reveal it. After all, there could be many girls who had red hair and green eyes that were her same height and everything. This could be a totally different girl and Cathy would make a complete fool of herself if she asked the wrong question. Taking her martini, she washed it down, glancing at the girl here and there.

[cleo]

Cleo downed half of the cool mineral water. She had been dancing and it was warm in the club. The lights didn’t do anything to cool the dance-floor either. The girl she had been looking up approached her and greeted Cleo while offering a hand to shake. Cleo rolled the water-bottle on her forehead as she turned cool eyes towards this Cathy. That was something you shouldn’t do. Don’t have eye-contact with random strangers in a club. Nor at bar either actually. But this girl seemed so out of place here that Cleo decided to make an exception.
“Cleo,” came a simple answer as Cleo shook the other girls hand, “No offence, but I don’t give my last name out to random people I don’t know at a bar.” Curious eyes took in Cathy and her attire. ‘Sweet little girlie’ was the thought that flashed thorugh Cleo’s mind as she thoughtfully pursued her lips for a moment. Taking one more sip from her water-bottle Cleo eyed the girl. She seemed somewhat familiar but Cleo wasn’t sure about anything what-so-ever.

“And I don’t know whether you know me or not. You may have seen me around this place. Or at a slim chance in the private school I go to,” Cleo replied easily, avoiding mentioning muggles or anything magical with ease as she had often seeked shelter from her strict and stiff pureblooded grand-parents from the muggle world.
Cleo’s watched as the girl drank what was obviously a martin thoughtfully. She might have been somewhat familiar but no flash went through Cleo’s head as to who it might be.
“You aren’t obviously someone who comes here very often?” Cleo commented as she nodded towards the girls simple attire, “Nor are you out there dancing. Some special occasion made you came here today?”

[sammy]

Cathy smiled as the girl took her hand and shook it. Her name was Cleo, but she didn't give her last name. She soon explained why and Cathy almost burst out laughing. Instead, she held it in, keeping her respect for her. "I see." she said, but didn't bother to go on. She hadn't taken any offense at the words but they still had sounded rather funny. She didn't care who she gave her name to; Daddy and Daphne had alarms of all kinds in the house and if the person was a stalker, they would have to get through some troublesome things on the way. Cleo seemed like an active person. She looked hot from dancing. Cathy gave her another smile before shoving the glass toward the counter, ordering another martini. She then swiveled the bar stool to face the girl totally. She cocked her head slightly to the left when she mentioned the private school. Was she talking about what Cathy thought she was? Cathy shrugged.

"I don't go here too often. So, probably the private school or some where around London. You do live here, correct?" She blinked and looked away. Cleo must live somewhere close, people from far away cities didn't always come to London just to dance at a club. Cathy eyed the girl with mounting curiosity. She smiled as Cleo was very observant on her clothing. It reminded her of Gisselle; who always looked at people's clothes first to find out what kind of person they were. She pulled back a stray blond strand behind her ear before answering. "No, actually. I don't come here often. My sister does though." she nodded toward Gisselle, who was out on the dance floor once again. It was rude to point, so she wasn't sure if Cleo made out Gisselle or not through the crowd. She shrugged; it wasn't hard to differ the two of them. "I might go dance sometime soon. Is it really noticeable if I just sit here and drink something before I go out there?" she asked with an arched eyebrow. "Nothing extremely special. I was just bored out of my mind at home and my twin persuaded me to go with her. So I have and so far, so good." Cathy picked up her newly filled martini and took a small sip before setting it down slowly.

"Do you like to dance often? Or do you just come here for kicks?" Cathy asked, showing some interest. Her eyes continued to flicker from the girl, the dance floor, and the windows, where she could see the shiny slick red car that was her own. Gisselle had an identical car. Daddy had thought it funny to buy his identical twins identical cars. Gisselle had complained and moaned but she often used it to her advantage. Cathy's car was the cleaner so she would use that car more often to show off to her friends. Cathy finally let her eyes settle solely on this Cleo, taking in her clothes and face once again. She still looked slightly familiar but Cathy didn't struggle to find out. The school year would be starting soon and if she didn't see her at Hogwarts then she would be a muggle. Of course, Cathy was slightly surprised that she hadn't heard of the Dumas name. They were one of the wealthiest people around but, not everyone must pay attention to them. Cathy had trouble getting that through her head; Daphne seemed to be everywhere. Unless, she just didn't know the name because she was a muggle, muggle-born, or half-blooded. Cathy shrugged it off, not really caring. It was hard to talk over the music that was now blaring on the speakers, so Cathy had to strain to hear what Cleo would say next.

[cleo]

“Private school,” Cleo’s eye searched Cathy thoughtfully as she slowly drawled out her answer, “No, I can’t really say I live anywhere in the vicinity. My grandparents… house… is practically on the other end of the island. I guess you can say that I’m just passing thorugh.” It was true. Cleo had reached this play in 20 minutes by car, but the car was most certainly charmed. Cleo wasn’t famous for being overly talkative nor open, but if it was possible, then she never lied. She might not tell the whole truth, but she didn’t lie either if there was any chance to avoid it.
“Can’t really say that the school is around here either. I’ve never really thought about it, as I have to take a train to the school and the train-ride doe take practically a day,” Cleo replied slowly while looking calmly at Cathy, “I have a fun Headmaster. He’s an old guy already and obsessed with sweets, especially lemon drops. I suppose he is a genious in his own way, but he can most certainly say the most weird things at the most serious times as well.”

Cleo raised her water-bottle again taking a big sip. Dumbledore was… Dumbledore. There was no other word that would fit about him. Cleo didn’t necessarily always like him, but at the same time she did like him in way. It was hard to explain it.
Green eyes stared at the mirror behind the bar counter thoughtfully. Noticing almost absent-mindedly that she should refresh her lipstick after drinking, Cleo just blinked and turned her head to look at Cathy once again, noticing that the other girl had turned on her chair to face her. Cleo didn’t even look over at the dance-floor to see Cathy’s sister.
“Don’t know any Gisselle. Funny name actually,” Cleo commented coolly. Gisselle… it actually reminded Cleo of stewed fruit for some reason. However that wasn’t the point. She was talking to Cathy, so whoever her sister was didn’t mean anything to her.

“I come here for both. For the kicks – you have to spice up your own life, as no one else will do it for you. And I like dancing. Not wanting to sound overly-arrogant but I’m good at it too,” Cleo replied and drowned her water-bottle before asking the barman for her bag. Receiving a moment later as her empty water-bottle was taken away Cleo fished around in it for her lipstick, “And you did catch a few eyes. You don’t look bad, so I wouldn’t really imagine you like the wallflower you are playing here.” Cleo stopped speaking and after taking off the remains of her previous lipstick covered her lips with the bold red colour once again. The lipstick ended up in the bag and Cleo pushed her spread fingers through her hair a few times. Shaking her head one more time, Cleo was finally satisfied of her looks and turning around leaned her elbows and back at the bar-counter as she observed the people milling around.
“So if you are already here after deciding to come because of being bored out of your mind…Why exactly are you sitting at a bar, like a shy lost girl, drinking alcohol – you don’t seem much older than me, so you must have barely passed the age-limit for drinking? – and looking like you are still bored out of your mind?” Cleo’s bright eyes looked at Cathy with a bit of amusement, just a little bit of cockiness, a bit of sincere curiosity and pure enjoyment caused by the music shining from them. If her words sounded harsh to Cathy – then so be it. Cleo would live with some stranger being mad at her without crying. But she most certainly would not be changing her character to fit Cathy.