Emilia & OPEN
While Emilia had grown up, St. Patrick’s Day had only been a vague concept, a rumour about some Irish – Muggles in particular – turning their pubs green. It hadn’t really made, maybe because she hadn’t really paid attention to it. Then she had finished Hogwarts, moved to New York… and St. Patrick’s Day had become a fun tradition. Although things were beginning to lean towards potentially eventually feeling right again, a green night out, with lots of potent green drinks, seemed like the perfect way to show just how fine she was and how much she was enjoying a wet night out with not a thought to her sober ex. Yeah, she wasn’t one for holding grudges, but as the days went by, it felt more and more imperative for her to show the world – and Tate in particular, even though she knew he wasn’t looking – what he was missing out on just how fine she was doing.
Clad in a tight bodycon dress in a shimmery emerald fabric. The short sleeves and the modest neckline gave it an almost innocent look from the front, while from behind, her fully exposed back gave an almost completely opposite impression. Finishing off her second drink – she had no idea what it was, but it tasted fantastic and matched her dress perfectly – she was ready to dance. The club was packed, but she had no intention of waiting to be asked to the dancefloor or be the one to make the first move. She just wanted to dance, and then whoever wanted to dance with her, could do just that.