Are you worth my time? ((Plot people))

[ariana]

Ariane brushed a small piece of string from her Slytherin-green short-sleeved silk blouse and pulled on the ribbon-sandals that matched her white pants, as the car pulled to a stop in front of the Leaky Cauldron.
“Pick me up here at 4PM,” Ariane told the driver and stepped out of the car. Wrinkling her nose she stepped into the Leaky Cauldron. Why did it have to be so dirty? The house-elves should be punished and punished severely for not doing their job properly here. Being careful not to touch anything Ariane sent a cold look towards the bar-keeper when he smiled and asked her “Where is the little lady wishing to go?” while offering some muggle candy.

Ignoring the question Ariane swept out of the pub and pulled out her wand. She had gotten it a few days earlier and she was proud of it. It had sent off silvery and green ribbons and stars when Ariane waved it. Tapping the correct bricks Ariane waited for the doorway to appear and then stepped into Diagon Alley. It was bustling with people again. Why didn’t people below her level know how to stick to their places and do their work quietly, instead of disturbing everyone? Ariane sighed and stepped forward into the Alley none the less. It was still fairly early but it was already getting warm without a cloud in the sky.

As she had some galleons with her Ariane decided to go Florean Flortescue’s for a Sunday Sundae first. She could think where to go from there. She still needed her Potions supplies and cauldron for school. Ariane had all the books and quills and robes – even though she loathed the robes. Yes, stocking up on Potions supplies seemed like a good idea.
Reaching the ice-cream parlor Ariane ordered her ice-cream before moving to an empty open-air table and sitting down at it. Looking out onto the street Ariane strummed her fingers onto the table and waited for her ice-cream to arrive.

[Padme Rendel S2]

"Mum! I'm going to be gone for the day!" Padme shouted through the house when she heard Tessa arrive. She knew that Tessa didn't care where Padme went, as long as she was with people she thought were the right people. Padme always had a way of getting to people when she wanted; it was her natural instinct. Like...that day with the Holden girl, who's name I still don't know. Padme sighed and walked into the bathroom and put her hair up in a bun. She always wore her hair like this; that way it was out of her face.
"Be back sometime soon, then." she heard Tessa shout as the door slammed yet again, marking her exit. Padme sighed and pulled on a green skirt with a green shirt. She smiled at herself in the mirror; she looked perfect in Slytherin's colors. Smoothing out the skirt as she went, Padme walked out the door.

London always looked dreary, but today it looked a little bit more cheerful. Not a cloud in the sky; the sun shining; the air warming. It was a great day for the outdoors. Of course, Padme wasn't much of an outdoor person. She preferred the inside, or rather sitting outside and enjoying the weather. She always let their house elf, Holly, do all the work in the house. She was a good worker, almost never punished. A bicyclist almost ran into Padme as she walked London's streets. "Watch it, you!" she said under her breath as she watched the boy disappear from her eye-sight. Padme wasn't sure where exactly she was going; she was letting her feet carry her where they wanted. She made a right and found herself inside the Leaky Cauldron. It looks dirtier than usual, wonder what's going on. She walked through all the loud obnoxious people and stepped through a door. It led out to a brick wall. Padme took out her wand, which she had just gotten, and tapped a few of the them. The wall shifted to let her through into Diagon Alley.

It was rather busy today; Padme stepped on people's shoes and ran into people when they stopped. People should know when to get out of the way, mostly when I'm coming. Padme thought as she glared at people that were getting to close. All of them seem so tall, or I'm so short. Probably the latter. She sighed and walked over to the ice-cream parlor. It didn't seem to busy there and ice-cream would be most welcome on a day like this. She ordered a sundae, her favorite and looked around at the people sitting there already. She spotted a girl about her age and walked over there.

"Hogwarts next year?" Padme asked before sitting down across from the girl. Padme looked the girl up and down; she was wearing green also. That's a good thing. Perhaps she is just like me. She thought with amusement. Padme started tapping her foot on the ground again; a sign that she was bored and impatient.

[ariana]

Ariane enjoyed the sunshine and the light breeze. Really was pleasantly nice weather for London. Just then someone stepped up to her table. Hearing the words Ariane raised her eyes to the girl who had approached her. She seemed about Ariane’s age and was wearing green.
Raising a cold eye-brow towards her as she had sat down already – honestly, where were manners? – Ariane didn’t answer anything as her sundae was brought by the waitress as well as the other girls sundae.

“Hogwarts. Slytherin seems like the only house worth my attention,” Ariane drawled out lazily arching her eye-brow once more as the girl tapped her foot, “Are your nerves wrecked or can’t you just control yourself? From your question I assume you are starting in Hogwarts next year as well. What house? Are you even worth my time and attention?”
People didn’t really know their house before the Sorting, but Ariane was sure what house she’d get. Some other option had never even crossed her mind! Most people had some house they wished to be in. And if Ariane’s words seemed a little harsh – the girl had approached her and completely tactlessly. Taking a bit of her ice-cream Ariane kept one eye on the girl looking completely serene and as if she wasn’t even hot in the sweltering sun.

[Padme Rendel S2]

Padme foot tapping ceased as her sundae was brought to her. The girl had bought a sundae as well. Padme took a bite out of it as the girl said that she was going to Hogwarts and that Slytherin was the only house that deserved her attention. "Have you ever thought that the House of Slytherin might not want your attention?" Padme said while carelessly swatting at a fly nearby. Her cold brown eyes flickered onto the girl as she mentioned her tapping foot. "Oh, no I just find it boring to be around some people who might not be worth my time. And yes, I'm going to Hogwarts. Why did you think I would ask that question if I wasn't?" Padme rolled her eyes. "Yes, I do believe I am going to be in Slytherin."

Well, maybe I was wrong. She would make a good Slytherin, I can tell, but she seems to be unlike me in some weird ways. Padme sighed and looked up at the sky. The sun was increasing it's glare and heat. Padme didn't mind hot weather and the girl didn't seem to mind either. "I don't know if I'm worth your time or not. I guess that's for you to decide, seeing as I can't read your thoughts about me." Padme smirked a bit and started eating her sundae so it wouldn't melt in the sun.

[Ingrid Lewis H4]

Right. So, this place is Diagon Alley. It's the superest bestest place I have ever been to! It's so busy and I love it! Ingrid Lewis made her way from shop to shop, looking at all the things she wanted- knowing she could never buy. When she came to the Quidditch shop, she froze. She wanted a broom. She wanted to race around and ride into the sunset. She wanted to fly high in the sky. Oh how I wish I had this lovely lovely broom! Ingrid realised she couldn't get one though, not only because she didn't have the money- but because first years weren't allowed a broom. Ingrid sighed and hopped down from the stool she had been using to see into the shop window to look at the broom, and looked around the Alley once more.

Sita and Ingrid had gone their seperate ways for awhile, for what reason, Ingrid did not know- but she was okay with it. Ingrid walked over to the nearest thing, the ice-cream parlour which by far was Ingrid's favourite shop, and she pulled open the white door. She breathed in deeply, and looked around the ice-cream parlour. It was just as busy inside as it was outside. That's what Ingrid loved about this place, it wasn't as calm as other places. Ingrid liked the feeling of being busy, of being rushed for time. It was something Ingrid enjoyed being a part in. The place was busier than Ingrid would think was usual, and she didn't see anyone she recognised. Wait. Freeze. Padme.

Ingrid walked over towards the other eleven year old, but stopped when she saw Padme wasn't alone. Ingrid tilted her head at this, but continued to go anyway. She liked meeting new people.Especially if these new people were a possibilty for new friends. With that mischevious smile on her face and that familiar glint in her eyes, Ingrid walked over and took a seat next to Padme, "Hello. Remember me?" She then looked to the other girl and said, "I'm Ingrid Lewis, I'm eleven. What's your name? Are you eleven too? How do you know Padme? I am here with my bestest best friend Sita. I don't know where she went to. I was passing the Quidditch shop, and I saw a broom. I want a broom. It's too bad we can't get one. It makes me sad. But, I'll live." She smiled again and waited for the introduction.

[ariana]

Ariane looked at the other girl coldly. “Slytherin house not wanting me?” Ariane laughed at the mere though and smiled reassuringly to Padme: “Maybe Hogwarts isn’t really for you. I think you should seek help from the room with padded white walls in St. Mungo’s first. Don’t worry – nothing lethal unfortunately. You are just… suffering from clue deficient disorder.”
Ariane smiled at Padme almost angelically even though it didn’t take off the sharp edge of her words. Rather brought it out more. As a worthy pureblood knowing how things worked – there was never a way for half-bloods and mudbloods being as good as pure-bloods – there had never been even the slightest doubt that Slytherin might not be the house for Ariane.

Ariane took a bite out of her sundae when some annoyingly bubbly girl approached. And she sat down next to Padme. One more scathing look was thrown to Padme. She actually associated with people like these? People who were obviously so low that only Hufflepuff agreed to accept them? Everything about this ‘Ingrid’ seemed to scream mudblood on top of everything else. Honestly, how low could one go with you associates? And she had the galls to sit down without being invited as well?
“One of your friends, Padme?” Ariane asked slowly, “Really, are you sure Slytherin house is for you? Right now it appears that Hufflepuff might be more like it.”

[Padme Rendel S2]

Padme waited for the girl to stop laughing, and when she did the thing she said made Padme laugh. "St. Mungo's? Honestly!" Padme laughed some more, but the laughing wasn't reaching her eyes. Her eyes remained cold as they looked at Ariane. Padme knew that Slytherin was here house; every Slytherin she met told her she would make a great Slytherin. Padme smirked at the girl, but turned her gaze sharply to the new arrival. It was Ingrid. Wait! What's Ingrid doing here? She's a muggle! Isn't she? Padme stared at Ingrid and she knew that she wasn't a muggle; she had to be a mudblood. Otherwise, she wouldn't be in Diagon Alley.

"Ingrid, what are you doing here....?" Padme asked slowly. She then turned to face Ariane. "No, she's just an acquaintance of the muggle world. No Hufflepuff for me. I'll be in Slytherin with you, won't that be great!" Padme added the last part sweetly; she wasn't sure if she was annoying Ariane or not, but if she was then all the better.

[Ingrid Lewis H4]

Ingrid's legs didn't reach the floor- she swung her legs back and forth, wanting her shoes to scrape the bottom but knowing very well that they wouldn't. She looked at Padme and tilted her head; "I'm buying a broom! Or I want to buy a broom. I don't have too much money- not for the broom I want." She smiled that innocent smile and looked at the other girl who had yet to introduce herself. "So- what's your name? You do have a name don't you? Or should I give you a name? I like giving names. You look like an Amanda. If you don't tell me your name I'm going to end up calling you Amanda, Amanda." Ingrid tilted her head and looked at Amanda/new girl with wide blue eyes.

Before she could answer though, she turned to Padme and started talking again; "HUFFPUFF PRIDE! Hufflepuff is the best house ever! We're the most loyalist and sweetest and we make friends with those who need them! I am sure the other houses are as grand as Hufflepuff- but I like Hufflepuff much more." Ingrid had no idea what she was talking about. After all- she was muggleborn and had no idea what house she would be in. But she had heard about the houses when this whole thing was explained to her- and she liked the sound of Hufflepuff much more than any other house. Ingrid looked at Padme and Amanda/new girl, knowing they would be in Slytherin. Though Padme was really nice to Ingrid- so why would she be in the worst house of them all?

[ariana]

Ariane’s eye-brows flew up when Padme greeted the annoying little girl by her first name. “You associate with people like… that… and you expect to be a Slytherin? And a worthy Slytherin on top of everything else?” Ariane asked acidly from Padme, making a mental note to make sure Padme learns her place in Hogwarts. Even though it was starting to look more and more as if she wouldn’t be sorted into the hosue – she obviously didn’t have the required character nor the self-respect in her. No Slytherin would ever associate with muggles and have them as acquaintances. Maybe a Hufflepuff would fit Padme. Or maybe she would be one of those bloody Gryffindors. Ariane didn’t really think Ravenclaw would let Padme in.

And then the girl started speaking again. Ariane sneered towards her: “And what makes you think you are even good enough to control a racing broom? The closest you should ever come to a broom is cleaning the floors, where your place is. For you I am a royalty so address me properly. Either your eminence or lady. You aren’t worthy enough to know or call me by my given name.” Ariane’s tone could almost cut and her icy flashed coldly. She almost pitied both this girl and Padme. They obviously would never have enough class to be able to look at Ariane as their equals. They would always be below Ariane in every aspect. Sneering at them Ariane turned herself a little to show that she didn’t care for the company and enjoyed her ice-cream slowly. Appearantly she would have to look for people worthy of herself from elsewhere.

[Padme Rendel S2]

Padme smirked at the girl. "Yes. Yes I do. I come from a good pureblood family and I do expect to live up to the name. I was only nice to Ingrid at the time I met her because I thought she was just another muggle." Padme sneered while eating some more ice-cream. "I have to get used to muggles since I live in a muggle-inhabited neighborhood. Surely you understand that." Padme rolled her eyes to give notice that she doubted the girl would understand it. Her ice-cream was starting to melt in the sun, which only aggravated Padme more. Padme listened through the whole thing about cleaning with a broom without any interest at all. She ate her ice-cream without looking at the two. But the thought of a broomstick entered Padme's mind.

"Ariane, do you by chance have a broomstick? I know, of course, that we can't bring them to school; but just one at home?" Padme dearly hoped that Ariane didn't; Padme had the best broom in the world; a Firebolt. The broom had been given to her by Dixie Holden, a Slytherin fifth year. I wouldn't be surprised if Ariane does have it, seeing as she seems like a spoiled brat. Padme knew that Ingrid's feeling were probably hurt, but at the moment Padme didn't really care. She was just looking at Ariane.

"I do hope that the royalty thing only applies to Ingrid. I would rather eat asparagus then call you that." Padme hated asparagus; it was an awful vegetable. Really, Padme didn't like any vegetable; just fruit. Padme looked up at Ariane with a smirk, awaiting her replies.

[Sita Mehadi H7]

Sita's dad was taking her and Ingrid round Diagon Alley to get their school stuff. It had been quite a way to go, since they had used Muggle transport, and for Sita it was quite a big thing to be going all the way to London from humble Mossley. Sita had been to Diagon Alley before of course, so it wasn't all such a great novelty as it was for Ingrid. But still, she always liked coming here. It was bustling in the summer weather as well. Sita liked quiet places, but there was no problem with getting a break from the peace and quiet of where she lived, in her opinion. Sita was getting more and more excited about going to Hogwarts, especially now she knew Ingrid was coming with her. And coming to Diagon Alley had just intensified that excitement.

Sita had left Ingrid behind a little earlier on as her dad had led her off to get some money from his Gringotts vault. Now she was seeking to catch up with her friend, having left her father stocking up on household goods, and a fuller purse. She wouldn't make any important purchases, like her cauldron for example, without the help of her dad's guidance. Sita wanted to find Ingrid again as well. She was enjoying revealing the whole novelty of the magic world to her best friend. Sita had spotted her from quite a way down the Alley, gazing at some broom in Quality Quidditch Supplies. That had allowed her to make up quite a lot of time on her friend but before she'd got close Ingrid had disappeared again. Sita searched around. Ingrid couldn't have gone far. Sure enough, there she was, in the ice-cream parlour, conversing with two other girls, neither of whom looked to Sita as though they thought much of her friend, nor each other for that matter. That didn't sit well with Sita. They were probably some spoilt Pureblood children who considered themselves above the law and above every decent person like Ingrid as well. Nervertheless, Sita kept her mood positive and headed over with a smile on her face at having found her friend.

"Ingy!" she greeted her friend with a wide smile, taking a seat next to her before acknowledging the other two there. She would always put her friend first. "It took me a while to find you again," she admonished, smiling at the other two girls despite her initial impressions of them. "I'm Sita Mehadi," she told them, remembering to add her last name considering the kind of people they appeared to be as her mother had advised when telling Sita about the world she was going to be living in many years ago. "Nice to meet you." Sita smiled brightly, looking back to Ingrid. It was a hot day so she didn't dispute it was good to sit down in the shade, though with the amount of energy her happiness was giving her at the moment she would have much as well have been pulling her best friend off to have a look at all the magical pets in the pet shop. Her mum was finally going to allow her to get some kind of pet when she went to Hogwarts, and Sita wanted to start having a chance to decide what she was going to get and meet her new friend.

[Ingrid Lewis H4]

Ingrid looked at the girl who she had decided to call Amanda. She wasn't being very nice- but no matter how mean a person was to Ingrid, she was always nice to them. It was something that Ingrid couldn't help. She wa sgenerally a nice person. There wasn't much Ingrid could do about it. So when she said somehting about belonging sweeping floors with brooms instead of riding one, Ingrid simply smiled and replied; "I like cleaning! I really do! My sisters think I am crazy because I am willing to clean with Mummy. I just tell them that it gives me something to do. And it does. So I wouldn't mind cleaning instead of riding, but I will control the broom. You'll see, old lady." Ingrid added that last part purposely. She was sort of mad at Amanda, because she insulted Ingrid. But Ingrid didn't see the insult as an insult, she saw it as an attitude, and Ingrid could give an attitude too. But as soon as the attitude came, it would leave- and she was back to her bubbly hyper self.

Her legs continued to swing back and forth as there was slight silence. Then Padme spoke up and Ingrid tilted her head at her. Ingrid scrunched her eyebrows together; "So you're a phoney friend then? I get it. You don't know how to be yourself. So you act like a different person around other people. If you ask me that's not very healthy. If you ask me- you try to hard to impress people, honestly, Padme darling," Ingrid fluttered eyelashes and smiled innocently, "you don't have to impress people." She nodded and looked around the parlour after saying that. Her eyes rested on the door when it opened to reveal Sita Mehadi. Ingrid's best-friend. It was only a moment of time before Sita was sitting next to Ingrid and talking to her and the other two girls. Ingrid smiled, "Sita! I'm so glad you found me! I'm a good hider, aren't I?"

[ariana]

Ariane’s hand froze as she stared at Padme: “No, I don’t get it. You see – my home-manor is in a good MAGICAL community. I would never lower myself as far as living with muggles and associating with them! And naturally I have a Firebolt. What else would I have? I expect to borrow the brooms of my friends in Slytherin should I want to go flying in Hogwarts. They have Firebolts.”
Ariane raised her hand and called for the waitress, who came a moment later. “This girl here would like some Asparagus. Get it for her, will you?” Ariane’s eyes locked with Padme’s as she smiled angelically, “See, you get your dinner. Healthy dinner too. And you still won’t be worthy of me.”
Ariane’s eyes turned to Ingrid as she seemed bothered about the fact that Padme didn’t really care for her. A smirk appeared on her lips as she glanced at Padme: “As much as it pains me to say it – I have to agree with her on this one. Such faking is not good for your health. People aren’t impressed.”

One more person joined the table and sat down. She seemed to be a friend of Ingrid and Ariane had to suppress a shudder. Honestly, one could only take that much chirpiness in a day.
“What’s is wrong with all of you, that makes you march over here and sit without being invited? Weren’t you thought anything as children?” Ariane asked with her eye-brows raised. Pushing her un-finished ice-cream away as she didn’t want it anymore, Ariane rose. Taking a tall glass with icy mineral-water in it from t a passing waitress Ariane just raised the eye-brow at the waitress as she opened her mouth to protest. A moment later, she returned to the kitchen, to get a new glass and Ariane walked towards the railing that separated the terrace the ice-cream parlors table’s were on from the Alley. She couldn’t go out of hearing range, but at least there was some distance between her and the three Hufflepuffs who had joined her table.

[Sita Mehadi H7]

Sita stared the other girl hard in the eyes as she stood up from the table. She looked over to Ingrid and gave her a little smile, then to the other girl who hadn't said much to her but from what Sita had been able to hear as she approached the table wasn't on particularly pleasant terms with either Ingy or the other girl who was just rudely leaving. She turned to the girl's retreating back. "Yes," she said coldly, "I was taught to finish my plate, and not to turn my back on someone I was talking to or who was talking to me and to look them in the eye." Sita turned her eyes back to the unfinished ice cream in its long, tall glass and regarded it disapprovingly. Even though it wasn't in the sun, it was starting to melt in the heat of the day. She supposed some people who had everything they wanted just thought it was all right to waste things. Sita didn't like to take anything for granted. She thought every minute of every day was precious, and every friend was something to make them more special.

So she easily reverted back to her former mood, only a little of her happy energy gone. Sita smiled brightly at Ingy. "You're much too good of a hider!" she said. "I was worried I wouldn't find you again. But you stopped for long enough outside the broom shop for me to find you again. So you are a good hider because you know when I want to find you too! We're not allowed brooms in first year you know. I think it's a shame 'cos I would've loved to be able to have one. But my mum says it's all for the best anyway. I'm not sure she'd trust me on a broom. But really, I mean I can play tennis, so why not Quidditch? But at least we get to learn to fly this year, so my dad says anyway. What position in Quidditch would you want to play? I'm good at hitting things hard in tennis, although my dad's shown me pictures of the Bludgers - he says they're called Bludgers... they don't sound very nice do they? - and they're really big and heavy. But I reckon I could manage to keep them away from other people. And Chaser... well I'm speedy." Sita grinned at Ingrid and added to the other girl, "Ingy says I'm speedy anyway. Though it's not always a good thing to trust what Ingy says. But you usually tell the truth to me, don't you Ingy?" Sita caught a passing waitress on the elbow and ordered some strawberry ice cream as she waited for her best friend or the other girl to say something, looking over as she did so to the other rude girl who was partially obscured by the haze of all moisture evaporating in the approaching mid-day sun.

[Xanthe Rothwell S4]

Xanthe watched her maid carefully as the servant brought her hair up into a half ponytail and fastened it with one of her more ordinary silver clips, only studded with a few small emeralds. Emma always did a good job - that was why Xanthe had procured her for her personal use. Emma came from a pureblood family, although she wasn't brought up too highly. She wasn't all that bright either, but she had an eye for detail and Xanthe found her useful. She rewarded the maid on occasion as well. Really good servants were hard to come by, so they needed to be retained. It had only taken a word from Xanthe to make sure Emma had some of the better servants' quarters. The servants' quarters were plainer than the rest of the house. Not quite so much grandeur. Of course the whole house was finished to a spectacular effect, but Emma had been moved to quarters where she would be properly comfortable. But would not forget her place. Even while only purebloods would be allowed to touch Xanthe's things, some purebloods were more equal than others.

Beside her, Delena shuffled restlessly. Xanthe put a hand on her knee and the five year old immediately sat up straighter, imitating Xanthe's haughty posture. Xanthe didn't smile a genuine smile very often, but she smiled as she looked at her little sister. She really did look very pretty today. Tiny diamonds sparkled in her hair and she was wearing a pale pink, knee length dress made out of silk which also had a few diamonds around the bottom of it and brought out the tone of the young girl's skin. Xanthe glanced at the nurse dressing Delena. A different one than usual. Presumably her mother had taken her advice about the other one, now hopefully the former nurse. Xanthe would watch this new one and if Delena seemed happy and Xanthe was pleased with the results she produced, she would tell her mother and the new nurse would become Delena's full time one.

Once Xanthe was completely satisfied with her appearance and that of her sister, she dismissed the two maids and took Delena's hand. The five year old squeezed it slightly and Xanthe looked down at the smaller girl, allowing her a small smile. Delena's step became more confident at Xanthe's approval and Xanthe let go of her hand as they made their way through the large country mansion to the room where Xanthe's mother was sitting at a large bureau writing a letter to someone. She didn't turn her head as her two daughters entered the room, but a piece of paper materialised in Xanthe's hand. Approach carefully on the left hand side. Xanthe led Delena to a couch and did as it told her. She felt a barrier giving way and her mother looked up at her as she stood next to her.
"Is this really necessary?" she asked lightly. Adèle seemed to evaluate her quickly before she replied. "Yes," she said quietly. "Enemies from both sides are getting bolder now. I prefer to maintain my privacy." Xanthe nodded. Her mother was a powerful witch and if she felt it necessary to stop others from knowing what she was writing in the letter, she respected that.

"Delena and I are ready to go now," Xanthe said in a louder tone. Adèle nodded and tapped a small bell that rested on the bureau. In another part of the house, a larger bell rang with twenty times the magnitude of the small tinkle the small bell rang with. It took the servant about half a minute to get to the room. Xanthe's mother went back to her writing and Xanthe stepped out of the shield. "Diagon Alley," she said to the servant, "outside Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour." She gripped hold of his arm and Delena the other, and a moment later they were all in Diagon Alley, Xanthe straightening the folds of the dark green skirt she was wearing. Xanthe dismissed the servant, who went off to do an errand for her mother and took hold of Delena's hand as she saw a familiar figure standing near the railings not so far away. She entered the ice cream parlour and made her way over to Ariane Dianne. It was a shame there were so many Mudbloods spent their time here, but the best ice cream in Diagon Alley was served here.
"Ariane," she greeted the other girl with an incline of her head. "You look a little pained. Is it something to do with the class of people trying to hold your company?" Xanthe looked over the tables nearby. There wasn't anyone really worthwhile there. "I don't think you've met my sister, Delena?" she continued, allowing Delena to come a little closer. "Delena, this is Ariane Dianne."

[ariana]

The girl who had just joined them stared at her back as Ariane left them at the table.
She started to talk about something, but Ariane banished her words from her mind before she even finished, not listening to a word. Those girls were really much too low-class for her to talk with. They didn’t even deserve her attention for long enough to hear what they had to say.
Staring off into distance Ariane thought of the glorious day when she finally could freely follow the Dark Lord. The day the mudbloods and half-blooded freaks would be lowered to where they truly belong – with the dirt.

Ariane heard foot-steps approaching her but didn’t turn around to see who would be approaching her until she was spoken too. Xanthe Rothwell. Ariane felt almost relieved to see someone worthy in this crowd as she turned and replied to Xanthe’s greeting with a nod.
“Xanthe, it’s a real pleasure to see you here,” Ariane greeted before calmly with a smile adorning her face for a moment before Xanthe asked about the people keeping her company, “The class of those people? They have about the same amount of class as one of my servants!”
Ariane’s eyes shifted to Xanthe’s sister as Xanthe introduced her. “Delena – it’s a pretty name for an equally pretty lady. It’s an honour to meet you.” Ariane greeted the girl cordially nodding to her in greeting. With the reputation of Rothwell family she could be sure that Delena would grow to be someone worthy to be in Slytherin.

With her eyes taking in Xanthe and Delena Ariane saw with satisfaction that their clothes as well as uphold was impeccable. But what else had she expected? It would have been surprising if Xanthe hadn’t looked in top shape. She seemed as a person who seemed to know the value of good appearance. Ariane knew it and always made sure she looked her best when going out. She always looked her best wherever she was.
“Absolutely charming hair-do,” Ariane said looking at Xanthe’s hair-clips. Simple silver with pieces of emeralds, but they were attractive in their own way, “Your hair-dresser can do a marvelous job.”

[Padme Rendel S2]

((Sorry I haven't replied forever! I guess I kind of forgot about it. Anyway, I'm going to try to catch up now. ))

Padme smirked at Ariane. "Of course you don't understand. I wouldn't have thought that you could actually consider such a thing. Being ignorant makes people blind, you know. Muggles don't bother magical people. They live their own lives while we live ours. They don't budge in like mudbloods." At this, Padme shot a contemptuous look in Ingrid's direction. When Ingrid asked if she was a phony friend, Padme merely laughed. She laughed even harder when Araine agreed. "Really, Ariane, stooping so low to agree with a mudblood?" Padme sneered, trying to break off her laughing. Turning to Ingrid, her smirk became more definite. "Really, I was an acquaintance to a muggle named Ingrid, but I could never be a friend or acquaintance to a mudblood named Ingrid. Honestly, don't you get it? Mudbloods are filth that walk through a place where they don't belong. They don't deserve to be taught things that only the true magical people are learning. You see, mudbloods are the worst type of people in the world. They get into things that are really none of their business. And you, Ingrid, just happen to be one of them." she sneered, rolled her eyes at Ingrid and then sat back in her chair before glancing back at Araine. "I would never stoop so low as to try to impress someone like you." Padme's smirk broadened even more as she watched the girl's with a satisfied expression.

Another girl came over and sat next to Ingrid, which made Padme's stomach convulse. She could deal with Araine, considering she was a pureblood, but she couldn't deal with two mudbloods. Turning her back to the two girls, Padme stared at the shop as though it was rather interesting. Scanning the crowd, she tried to find someone who might just be worth her time. Seeing as the person she was with just wasn't worth it (not counting scum) she was rather bored now. Turning back, she noticed Araine had gone. The smirk vanished from her lips. She wouldn't be seen with a bunch of mudbloods. Standing up, she gave one last smirk at Araine's retreating back before walking away, prehaps to find Jack or Mack or even Dix.

((Padme has left the post for now, but I might have her return later....))

[bekka]

((OOC: ok... then I will delete my post))