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Hollie was happy she was allowed to visit Paris whenever she wanted. She remembered coming to Moulin Rouge a year or two ago but she didn't really talk to anybody. She sighed. Here she was again, pretending like she fit in with all of these wizards and witches, pretending she was waiting on a friend, but she just didn't fit in. At all. She used to, but not anymore. The Gryffindor leaned against a wall, butterbeer in hand. She took a sip and looked around. These were real French wizards that were, most likely, born and raised in France. She was born in London then moved to Paris. Of course she had to move back to London again three years ago. She would have loved her last three years at Beauxbatons.

She sighed again, so much for thinking she'd actually talk to someone. There was no point in wearing this dress other than the fact it made her feel pretty and it was extremely comfy. The girl held her butterbeer to the side and looked down at her one-shoulder dress. It stopped around the middle of her thigh and was a dark black. The dress had a lightning bolt down the left side with a few small, yellow sequins spread across the entire dress. She was wearing simple black heels and her hair had blonde streaks in it. She had to smile at herself. Hollie knew that if she didn't believed she was beautiful, other people wouldn't either. 'I'm not beautiful. I'm beyond beautiful.'

The British girl gave another smile and scanned the heads. She had plenty of confidence, she just didn't know who to talk to. She spoke French fluently and got along with basically anyone. She gave a small sigh and took another sip of butterbeer. "Who to talk to?" she said with a slight French accent. Hollie stood up straight and lifted her glass of butterbeer as she did. Once she was straightened out, she smiled and lowered her glass. 'Time to chat with someone,' she thought and began looking for someone to talk to.

It had been a few days since Charlotte had been out of the manor. It had been a couple of days since her last... adventure with Neil. She figured she wouldn't see him again, seeing as whatever business their parents and his older sibling had been sorted out. Besides, the fact that she didn't date nor didn't plan to settle down any time soon, always kept her options open.

Entering the moulin rouge for the first time in ages, the blonde slytherin made the b-line to the bar, ordering her self a bloody mary as she flashed her fake identification she carried all the time. Who knows when you'll land yourself in bar? she would think often when she was getting herself ready.

Charlotte took a seat on the stool once she arrived, surveying the seen that had been lay in front of her. There were a few attractive men, here and there and a few pretty girls but none had caught the attention like she had wanted to. Sighing to herself mentally, she gave up. Charlotte knew it wasn't going to be one of those nights.

What a wasted outfit then, she thought as she glanced down at her heels. Eh, at least they're beautiful and Race has proven itself good for shopping.

The Gryffindor turned her head, noticing the other girl. Maybe her, she thought. Hollie strolled over to the bar, sat next to her, and ordered a margarita. She didn't need to prove how old she was, she just gave the bartender a cold stare. The girl turned to her right and smiled at the girl, she seemed a bit familiar. "Hi, I'm Hollie," she grabbed her pina colada.

She took a few sips. Maybe a firewhiskey later, not much though.

Raising her eyebrow at the approaching girl. Charlotte took a sip from her glass once more as she looked her over and eyed her carefully and as greeted her, she placed it back on the bar table.

"Congrats on the name," she replied sarcastically, a small smirk on her lips to indicate she was only teasing the girl. "I'm Charlotte West."

Giving the place one more glance, she looked back a the girl, "What brings you to this place?"

"Charlotte," she mused, "I've always liked that name." Hollie took a few more sips then took another glance around the club.

The Gryffindor sighed, "Nothing much, just trying to erase a few bad memories and have some fun." She put on a new smile that seemed completely natural. "I've always loved it here and, well, just clubs in general. Too bad there aren't any decent looking guys tonight."

She wasn't picky when it came to guys and looks were only half of it. They had to have a good personality too. Then again, most people only cared about looks now anyway.

"Eh, it's a nice, decent name, I suppose," Charlotte replied with a shrug. She leaned back into her seat as she drank from glass once more and looked the companion carefully. "So, do you know what Hollie actually means?"

"See, there are always decent boys around," Charlotte said out as she began point out a few in the club. "Like the guy I was talking to earlier. Pretty good looking, a little less than decent flirt but was all talk, never any action. There's also the guys that are here with their girlfriends, the ones that are desperate to have a girl actually talk to them and by far my favorite type of boys - the gay ones. 'Course, I really don't see any of those here tonight. That, or my gaydar has really been sucking."

"Er, the plant?" she shook her head and ordered a glass of firewhiskey, downing half the glass. "Wonderful! I'm a plant!" Hollie muttered, downing the other half. She liked the fiery feel. So much for taking Herbology.

"Let me rephrase that. No decent single guys," the British girl said. "I understand there are decent guys. Just not the particular kind of guy I'd go for, that's all. I like guys who flirt a little more than they talk. I like quick things. I don't wait long," she said, noting a few guys. The Lion turned to the Snake, "Gays? I've never really bothered with them, you know. They wouldn't date me, or you know. Might not date me."

"So where do you go to school? Hogwarts? You seem a bit familiar," she said, sounding a little to casual considering the two just met.

"It's better than being called after a dessert," Charlotte shrugged nonchalantly, rolling her eyes at parents who weren't there at the moment. "I mean really, who names a kid after some fruit with bread and stuff like that and then be forbidden to eat it."

Finishing her drink, she placed it on the bar table and ordered herself another firewhisky.

Crossing her arms but in a none defensive way, Charlotte smirked as her right eyebrow rose. "I like you," she said pointed out with her finger and them going back to her arms folding. "Almost like me, you know. Quick at getting things and not wanting to wait forever to get them. But about the boys, there's some around here, just got to keep a watchful eye out for them." Chuckling lightly, Char shook her head as her drink finally arriving. Unfolding her arms, she crossed her legs as she sipped slowly from it.

"Sure they wouldn't," Charlotte laughed, "But they make one hell of a best friend and they can point out which one is gay and which one isn't."

"Yeah, Hogwarts and in the Slytherin house," the grin on her face irreplaceable. "But I spent the last year in Durmstrang for the student exchange program. You go to Hogwarts?"