Not the Best of Days ((Monica))

[Padme Rendel S2]

Padme was wondering London alone again. Now that her mother was crying in her room almost every day it left her to wonder freely without question. Ever since Cameron had left things had been different from Mother and Daughter. Tessa had become teary every time she glanced at Padme. Padme often wondered if it was because she looked somewhat like Roger Rendel, her father who was now on Tessa's mind every passing moment. When she asked about it, Tessa would always say she was being ridiculous but the lie was always evident. Padme sighed as she looked through the glass of one of the buildings. Her hair was up in the usual bun and her look was firm and arrogant. Even though she felt horrible Padme still looked worthy of the Rendel name. She sneered at her complexion, satisfied, before walking over and pressing her nose into one of the closest buildings that was gathering quite a crowd. She shoved her way through the entrance way and wrenched it open, accidental hitting someone in the process. She laughed loud enough for everyone to hear before walking in.

The walls were covered with portraits that looked hardly done. The crowd must have gathered to catch a glimpse of the one portrait that was brand new. She sighed and looked at it intently for a few moments before complaining loudly. "I can do better then this! You call this a work of art?" she laughed coldly before turning to look at the owner. She had been working on her artistic talent ever since her mother had stopped talking to her. It kept her busy and put her mind to work, which is just what Padme needed in these troubling times. She paused as she leered in his face. "Maybe you should think about taking on some of my work instead. You might actually get some customers here." she wrinkled her nose in contempt before turning sharply and walking out the door, letting it slam behind her. Now that she was done with that, she walked over to the nearest cafe and ordered her coffee. Although she was rather young to be drinking coffee it was still rather good. She smiled into her glass so no one would see. She was having a rather good day. She had gotten her way around the owner of the painting place and she had dissed the best portrait on display. She was getting rather good at this and was happy at her success. Smirking, Padme wondered if there was anything that could rid her of such a good mood.

[Monica Henshaw S5]

(( I didn't really know what to write so I did this..))

Monica had awoken to her pet shrieking owl. Still in bed she lifted her head squinting in the dark, grabbing her bed’s pillow and throwing at it while saying, “be quite!! You bloody bird.” Monica turned to her side trying to fall asleep but couldn’t so she
got up anyways since she figured she wasn’t going to sleep anymore. She sat up and shook the sleep from her head, slowly slipping her blanket off her body, putting on her comfy sandals She stood up and walked to her window. Kneeling down by the window Monica watched a person outside the window busily walking around. Lamps began to flicker on around the village and the streets were vacant and thinned out. Standing up, once again Monica turned and looked at the clock on the wall, it was nearly midnight.

She sneered at this. She actually wanted to over sleep a bit more. She walked into her own bathroom that was a room attached in her bedroom and only for her. Everything was the same as usual. The toilet was acrylic in the color black. The tub’s shower Curtin was in the color of dark green, and the tub in black. The sink as usual in the color of black and the mirror above of it… Monica walked up to her sink and looked her self in the mirror. Her hair was in a big mob of tangles, as if she hadn’t combed it in weeks. Her black make up outliner had been smudged all over her checks against her very pale white skin. Monica didn’t sigh at this. She was use to it, since she dealt with it everyday. She decided to take a shower. After she finished she put on a pain of dark denim jeans with a black t-shirt. She then she brushed her teeth and hair, and then decided to go outside for a lovely walk.

She made her way towards the front door and then closing it behind her. The air had an aroma of newly fresh cut grass. She loved that smell, which seemed quit usual to her. She looked around. The lawn seemed so peaceful and soundless. Monica shivered feeling a light breeze of wind hit her body since she had no jacket on. She felt exhausted from all the crying her owl had done, not letting her sleep. She yawned and then shacked her head trying to keep herself wake. She didn’t know exactly to where she was going but started to walk under the cold night. She then remembered the perfect spot to drink coffee and a donut. She did drank coffee at a young age mostly because she was raised with grown ups around her, felling much confident around them. Sadly the café was three miles away but she didn’t mind walking that far since it would have given her plenty of exercise, and some time to think to her self with out being disturbed.

By the time Monica reached the Café it was around two in the mourning. She didn’t mind entering it but she wasn’t ready yet to eat anything since her legs were tired of walking and needed a place to sit right away. She found a vacant table with an empty chair. She grabbed it and sat down quickly. She smiled feeling her legs stop having pressure from standing. On the table she founded an abandoned news paper The Daily prophet to be exact. Nothing really interesting in it but just a lot of headlines, with people worrying about death eater attacks and student’s safety at Hogwarts when the school year begins. Monica sighed at this, when she finished reading every article in the papers. ‘These people are babies always complaining about this and that.’ She thought. When she looked at the cafes clock it was ten in the mourning. Monica looked out the window and saw the sun was up with the cafe's door opened along with people entering the café. She then felt her stomach rumble in hunger and that’s when she knew she needed to eat something.

Monica went up to the to the cashier ordering a coffee and a donut. Once she recived the food she had gotten she immediately sat back down where she was before, and took a sip. The steaming hot coffee slid down her throat with the aroma of fresh-grounded beans. She then took a bite of her donut with a sweet honey taste to it…by the time she was half way done with her breakfast she heard the door opened, and then turned back to look whom it was. She wasn’t expecting anybody to be here, but when she looked it was Padme. A first year in her house to be exact. She watched Padme walk up to the cashier, to what had reached Monica’s ears she heard Padme ordering coffee. After that Monica yelled “Padme.” She wasn’t the best company but just needed someone to talk to hoping Padme would respond to her.

[Padme Rendel S2]

Padme was taking another long drink of the hot substance when she heard her name being called in a loud voice. She swiveled in her seat, looking for the person who had called her. At first she recognized no one. There was barely anyone here except for a girl about Jack's age. Padme didn't know her name, so she raised an eyebrow before turning back to her coffee, deciding to answer when she was done with her drink. Taking longer then needed, Padme drank slowly, glancing from the girl and back to the brown liquid. It took a while to clean the glass and when she did, she grabbed up her glass and sauntered off to the counter to order some more. "Coffee. Black." she said dully to the questioning look of the man there. She gave him a smirk that was slightly lop-sided. He raised his eyebrows but slid her glass over to him and refilled it. Padme sneered her thanks before walking carefully over to the girl with a very self-satisfied expression.

"What is it you want?" Padme asked with an arched eyebrow. She was really in no mood to talk, especially if this girl was going to be screaming in her ear. She had very delicate hearing and if someone shouted at her, it sounded ten times as loud as it should. She tapped her foot impatiently when the girl didn't answer at first before stopping and glaring at her, wondering who she was. She had never seen her before but it was apparent that she was just around her brother's age. She blinked in confusion before turning back to her coffee and taking a sip. Her throat was already blistering from how hot it was. She had to slam down the glass because it was so hot that she couldn't stand it. When it was refilled the man must have put in hotter coffee then last. She glared at him as if it was all his fault before pushing the coffee away from her and looking at the girl with an annoyed expression that clearly spoke about how she felt just sitting here.

[Monica Henshaw S5]

Monica watched as Padme walked over. But it seemed as if she didn’t recognize her for some reason. She frowned at this she was really hoping that the girl would have remembered at bit more than that. She just sat there looking at Padme in the face she really had wished that she would have said something but Monica went before her instincts and said. “I’m sorry to bother you I guess you can back to your business and I won’t mind if you hate me it just that I-” She couldn’t finished her sentence and tried again “It’s just that I-” Again she couldn’t finished and then decided to leave her sentence as it was and said. “Well nothing, forget about it” she said frowning that she wasn’t able to get herself to say it making her way back to her own coffee taking another sip.

((sorry it's short. ))