not ur baby

&&.  — ❝ Pining for someone more than an evergreen forest is the most loathsome feeling in the world. Even worse than this, ❞ Clio mused while holding up another glass.  ❝  Cheers. ❞

"Why, that has to be the most pathetic thing I’ve heard all night.”  Adamaris looked on with an expression best described as a mixture of pity and amusement. “What’s happened, Clio? One dressed as intricately as you has little reason to be in such a foul mood.”

“Okay, the staring is a little bit unnerving. So I’m just…going to go over there. Maybe right out the door. I’m not too sure yet.”

“Who’s to say the stares aren’t for me?” Smirking, Adamaris lifted her cup to her lips. "I would have thought a Potter to be more used to the attention.”