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The bell rang throughout the entire house, startling Aimee into dropping her cards. She and Jason exchanged a glance before he flopped down on the floor, whistling innocently. She shot him a glare before pushing herself up and brushing imaginary dust off her legs. "Lazy."

She strolled down the main hallway, hands in her pockets as she head for the door. There wasn't a speck of dust to be seen in the house - their mother was crazy about keeping things clean. Lining the walls were frames - some were pictures of the family, smiling together in various ages. There were cross-stitched pictures, as well - given by her paternal grandmother. Aimee found the entire process of cross-stitching fascinating... yet she always seemed to mess up.

Nearing the door, Aimee poked at the intercom button, swallowing down another yawn.
"Mitchelle Residence." She leaned her back on the stairway left of the entrance, tapping a rhythm on its banister. It was probably Jason's friends, coming over to play their video games or something.

And just like that, Aimee's heart jumped straight into her throat. That accent. That rubbish, flimsy, awful accent. Oh my God. What- No. It wasn't him. It couldn't be him. Why would it be him?

It wasn't him. It was not. She was going to prove it.

"She is here," Aimee replied nonchalantly. How her voice sounded so calm- she had no clue. "I am her, as a matter of fact. Hold on just a sec."
She gripped the door handle and turned it open, stepping forward into the snow and squinting through the light. Standing there, behind the gate, dressed with all his fancy schmanciness - Aimee soon forgot the cold that was seeping into her bare feet as she stared at Choi Seung Pyo himself. Wearing a pink candy-cane striped tie.

He was dressed as impeccably as ever, hair styled in a casual disarray. A look that could have been seen in a fashion editorial, really. The prime example of model-esque. She, on the other hand... Aimee looked down at herself self-consciously and blinked, as if surprised at herself.

She was wearing a giant t-shirt plastered with a yellow smiley face that was obviously too big for her. It was Jason's actually - the girl had just claimed it for herself. Under that were painfully bright neon green shorts that were faded and worn. Her hair - actually, it was fine. Thank God.

"On the other hand, scratch that. Give me a minute, would you?" Aimee smiled with gritted teeth as she turned back into the house and slammed the door. Not minding that a hotshot billionaire was waiting outside, she ran into the living room to find her wand.

Aimee skid into the living room, barely managing to keep on her feet as she nearly face-planted on the floor. Jason looked up from where they previously were - he was in the process of cutting out the Sunday comics.

"Where's the fire?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She ignored him, grabbing her wand - it had been wedged between the book she was reading the other night. Running back to the door, she waved her wand and changed her clothes. Another wave, and she cast off the Caterwauling Charm that had been set on the house. The girl looked down at herself again - knit top, red skinny jeans, gloves ... it was fine. It was fine, right? She fixed her hair and prepared for the worst - why would he personally come to her house? The little hopeful part of her started ringing bells in the back of her mind again, but she quickly shoved that notion away. Maybe, maybe not. She opened the door again.

Flashing Choi a semi-sort of smile, Aimee punched a few buttons and opened the gate. "Uh. Hi. What's up?" She cringed at herself and reverted to Korean. "Would you like to come inside?"

Aimee had started to regret not wearing shoes as she shifted from foot to foot in the cold. She raised her eyebrows as he neared and stiffened as he took ahold of her wrist. What- okay. Just follow the strange rich arrogant man, yes? Like that always turned out well.

"Yes." Was her immediate reply - she had been job-hunting through the night, after all. It took a second for the innuendo to sink it. "No! What?" She tugged on her arm, instantaneously annoyed. What had she expected? Of course he would come around to taunt her. Whatever. She didn't have the time for him. She had a Go Fish game to beat. "These past few... seconds... have been pleasant, but if that's all you have to say, then..."

Aimee had to dig her feet in the ground to avoid bumping into Choi as he stopped and turned abruptly. Looking up at the man that loomed above her, Aimee scowled. Okay, yeah. Bigot of the Year award went to Choi Seung Pyo for sure. Did he have nothing better to do besides insulting her left and right? Surely, Aimee had not made that much of an impression. He could go find that hollering rock-band boy who had come charging amongst the auditionees - he probably had plenty of free time. She didn't.

The girl opened her mouth to shoot back a retort - then paused. Aimee was a quick thinker, but she sometimes didn't pause to consider what had been said - not to mention the fact that her brain-to-mouth filter was nonexistent. Something about Seung Pyo's words were odd, however, and she tilted her head to consider the meaning. She frowned at the hotshot.

"Wait. Job offer?" Nevermind his constant insinuations of her being a whore. Ignore the wind. Ignore the cold.

Aimee straightened up and wrapped her head around the thought as Choi spoke. So he was really going to give her the job? She had wanted it, sure, but the girl was positive that she had left a bad impression on the three judges. Annoying the president was the way to go, apparently.
She still had heckloads of questions, but Choi didn't seem willing to answer as he pulled her forward again. She hesitated before following after him, stumbling barefoot in the snow - she'd just need to get shoes when they were alone. Where were they going...? Follow the leader, yeah?

She closed the gate after her and glanced down the street - one of their neighbours, an elderly snippy women, came hobbling by. She was one of those keep-off-the-lawn people, but Choi seemed to be able to charm her into pulling off a smile. Seriously. He was like a male veela.
She gave her her own halting grin before glancing back up at Choi. Girlfriend? He used that term so casually - no surprise there. The situation was questionable, though, and it provided a reasonable cover. But... still. Even those she was becoming increasingly excited at the prospect of playing in the orchestra, no way in a million years would Aimee want to be his girlfriend.

Her neighbour turned away and Aimee looked back towards her house. Jason - if he hadn't fallen asleep - was probably waiting inside for her. Number two on the the list of things to do; tell him where she was. Choi Disapparated then, though, taking her alongside. She felt that gut-wrenching feeling in her stomach and gripped his hand tightly - did he do this often? No matter how many times she Apparated, that feeling made her queasy. It was like... being car-sick or something. She had little time to think more as they travelled and her last thought before they arrived wherever was imagining the look on the neighbour's face as she turned back to see the two of them gone.