As she headed towards the table of food, the heals of her gold stilettos clicked obnoxiously on the floor. She wasn't the only one wearing unpractical shoes, but she was probably the most comfortable one in them. After all Rosalie had been wearing heals since she was eleven...anything to gain a few inches...
Rosalie had never truly been a fan of the burger and fries scene, so instead of picking up one of them, she headed towards the glass bottles of soda. She picked up a coke, put a straw in the bottle, and leaned back against the table. She carefully crossed one ankle over the other and sipped at her coke.
From where she stood she could see dancing couples. The music was most likely foreign to the pure bloods there. She had no doubt there were many. No less, everyone stood out there, daincing away to the old muggle songs. She herself was dying to get out on the dance floor...but she couldn't very well dance alone in this sort of situation.
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“Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I'm not perfect and I don't live to be.
But, before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean.”
Marti Adele Carter Werewolf Support Services - Cambri Mikaila Hale 14 Slytherin
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