- Messages
- 42
- OOC First Name
- Cole
- Age
- 6/2023
Amoretta Macksimov was not always used to the chill that came with winter in Europe. She had grown up in Russia and attended Beuxbatons, but over breaks she often traveled. Jamaica, the Caribbean, Brazil - warm countries were her forte. One day the blonde was sure she'd move to a country like that, somewhere sunny and fun, where she could get a decent tan and dance to the music all night long without worry of the temperatures. In fact the blonde had only just returned from Mexico, leaving her sister in South Korea for that weekend, before picking her up from her hotel. Amoretta was torn on facilitating the relationship - she knew their parents would never approve of the boy. She'd be heartbroken when they made sure she wasn't allowed to see him again. Amoretta knew that all too well. But Mini was going to have to learn from her own mistakes.
Apparating to the dance studio where she would pick up her youngest sister, Amella, Amoretta hugged herself until she entered. Shivering she wished she'd gotten redressed after dance practice instead of leaving her clothing in her duffle bag. The building itself was warm at least, and Ret moved through to the room where her sister would be ending practice. Watching the girl dance ballroom was always lovely - Amoretta didn't have the patience for those counts, she needed the speed that came with her style of dance. Glancing around she caught sight of the instructor and gave him a wave, knowing she'd have to present the signed note stating she was picking up the young girl up, signed by their mother. After all, she'd never showed her face in the studio before - it might have seemed suss.
Apparating to the dance studio where she would pick up her youngest sister, Amella, Amoretta hugged herself until she entered. Shivering she wished she'd gotten redressed after dance practice instead of leaving her clothing in her duffle bag. The building itself was warm at least, and Ret moved through to the room where her sister would be ending practice. Watching the girl dance ballroom was always lovely - Amoretta didn't have the patience for those counts, she needed the speed that came with her style of dance. Glancing around she caught sight of the instructor and gave him a wave, knowing she'd have to present the signed note stating she was picking up the young girl up, signed by their mother. After all, she'd never showed her face in the studio before - it might have seemed suss.