So I believed I have decided on where I would like to go for summer hols.
Mummy and Daddy aren't pleased that I decided to stay for so long, but really, what do I care? I do, but they only want me around for their little parties. It's my last summer before my last year of Hogwarts. There mere fact I've survived is a cause for celebration. Survived
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Anyways, the house is usually pretty empty.
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Would now be alright? Coincidentally, Father is working and Mum is probably having another affair.
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And with that, Cecilia hurried from her spot at her desk and jumped right into her closet. Except, ha, not literally. She took the moment to pick the best bathing suit she had, and settled on a simple red string bikini with gold embellishments.
She slipped it on, and threw on a white mini dress over it.
In moments, she had Apparated to right outside his front door. Because she had been there before once, for some occasion and Daria is pulling this out of her ass.
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She knocked on the door before adjusting the strap of her purse over her shoulder.
She had a feeling this would be an interesting visit.
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"Hello!" he said brightly.
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He certainly was something else.
" 'ello, lovely," she greeted. "Well, you look all ready to sit out beside the pool, don't you?"
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"I was born ready to sit out by the pool," he joked, before spinning around to lead her out back.
"Anything to drink?" he asked her before they passed the fridge (and bountiful liqour cabinet) in his spacious kitchen.
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Ever since that silly night with Miles Bletchley, Cecilia steered clear of all things intoxicating. She was a complete and tragic lightweight.
"Thank you," she added in.
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"I've actually been at it since about..." he began glancing at a clock before decided to completely disregard it. "Well, it's not a pathetic time to start drinking somewhere, right?"
As soon as he finished, he opened the massive liquor cabinent. There was easily a hundred differen't bottles to choose from. He picked up a fancy looking bottle of vodka, and shut the doors. Continuing on his way, he led Cecilia outdoors, the bottle in one hand, glass in the other.
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Once she realized he wasn't, she tsked slightly.
"Of course, but its surely a pathetic time here," she told him simply. However, she let it slide after that.
He was her good friend after all.
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"Yeah... well," he said with a slightly deeper tone from the alcohol, wiping his mouth and grinning as he felt his sobriety melting away in the hot sun.
His pool was large and crystal clear. The bottom was hand-tiled with the Russian flag, and because of the water, almost looked as though it was waving.
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And really, vodka in the early afternoon? It could be worse, right? Always.
Cecilia took the moment to settle her bag beside the nearest desk chair before she stepped out of her dress and kicked off her flip flops.
"Your backyard is wonderful," she noted, before settling down on the chair beside him.
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