Like Mother, Like Daughter [Any]

[Aimee Sinclair S3]

Aimee strutted about the corridors, taking her usual route to the common room in the dungeons. She noticed a first year girl reading a letter in the corner of her eye. She sneaked behind the girl on the tips of her toes to read the letter. It was nothing important. The only thing that could slightly be of relevance to Aimee was that her parents were divorced. Nothing big. She rolled her eyes and tapped the girl on the shoulder. She jumped and turned around. She glared at Aimee. This girl was most definitely a pureblood. Her parents attended Hogwarts in her day, and probably warned the little girl of the Sinclairs. Holly Sinclair was Aimee’s mother, and she was widely known among many Hogwarts graduates for being one of the nastiest girls alive. She was now the editor in chief and star reporter at Witch Weekly magazine. It just so happens that Holly had talent for finding things out, and the other kids were just bitter about it. Aimee had the same talent. She was almost like her mother’s clone, to be honest. She was exactly like her mother in every way shape and form, and strived to do whatever possible to please her mother. Aimee recited her mother’s letter to herself in her head.

My dearest daughter,

I have a favor to ask of you. There are two very interesting students in your school that I need you to dig some dirt on. You might have heard their names already. Ethan Jacobs and Ezzie Mendez. I want you to find out everything about them, and report back to me when you think you’ve got a story.

Good Luck!

-Mum.

Aimee smiled wickedly. She had to find those two Gryffindors, no matter how hard he task was. But then, Aimee saw the perfect opportunity when someone walked by her. Aimee was the Queen of drama, and this situation here looked like it could generate quite a bit of it. Clearly distracted from the task her mother had given her, Aimee walked in the direction of the soon-to-be drama.

[Isabelle Leynette R3]

It had been a very long day. Needless to say Belle wasn’t in the greatest mood, but she had faked her way through most of the day, what was another half hour? The whole day had gone the wrong way straight from the beginning. It was just a bad day all together. First she had double potions, which sucked to be honest. And she had skipped lunch to finish a paper she thought she had already done. Turns out it was another paper she was thinking about. Depressed was the best way to describe the way she felt when she found out she couldn’t developed her film for awhile because the supplier was closed. So by now she was angry and tired, and especially hungry. Not to mention really cold. She was tired of the cold. The worst thing about winter in her opinion, closely followed by having to visit her mother at home, and not getting what she wanted for Christmas. Those things sucked, she tried to think of the positive. Warm fires, apple cider, grandparents.

Sigh, her favourite verb at the moment. She as sighing a lot as she walked towards, well, she wasn’t sure where she was walking towards. She needed to get away from the perkiness of all those around her, that was her only goal. They got annoying real quick; she didn’t want to be responsible for her actions if she heard more happy laughter. She wasn’t in the mood. To be honest she really wanted company, and wasn’t sure why she was seeking it in the halls. She could have easily asked one of her friends to go with her so she wouldn’t be silent like she was then. But she didn’t feel like bringing anyone else down with her bad mood. She was sure she would be fixed with a conversation from anybody, but wasn’t taking chances. She didn’t want anyone angry with her. Which would have been awful since it was the weekend anyways. Her friends and she had plans. She didn’t want any unnecessary fights.

She saw someone walk towards her in the manner they wanted something to do with her. She paused and leaned up against the wall she was standing by. The stone was about as cold as her finger tips that traced a pattern into it as she waited. Who could it possibly have been? She wasn’t sure if they where even walking towards her, but she was sure she was the only person in the hall. Hmm, it was just so confusing. She sighed once more. Her mind was causing problems for her. ‘Damn, stop confusing yourself.’ She thought to herself. Of course she didn’t get a reply back. She was basically talking to herself, just not out loud. Thoughts like those always said the same thing, ‘address not found, resend to sender.’ Not a lovely thing to get. Bad moods sucked.


[[eh. so its short. I'm sorry.]]

[Aimee Sinclair S3]

There was a girl walking past that seemed to be in the most rotten of moods. She moped about the corridor with a depressed air to her, as if she would rather be dipped in a pit of fire rather than be here at Hogwarts. Good. She didn’t belong here anyway. She was probably a mudblood or a half breed from the looks of her. The girl had been known to roam about the castle on weekends and holidays in muggle clothing. Aimee couldn’t quite understand why people loved muggle clothes so much. There was nothing quite so great about them anyway. Aimee would gladly put on a short t-shirt and jeans if she was on the job digging up some dirt on the latest celebrity in the muggle world, but to voluntarily wear such rags on one’s free time was just crazy. Noticing the girl’s Ravenclaw robes, Aimee recognized her as Isabelle Leynette, a Ravenclaw in Aimee’s year. She was a pureblood, so if her parents went to Hogwarts in their day, Isabelle would probably know who Aimee was. When most purebloods thought Slytherin, they would always think Holly Reynolds. Aimee’s mother was the Slytherin of the age. Aimee was proud to be her mother’s daughter, and would try to follow in her footsteps during and after her Hogwarts career.

“Hello, Isabelle. It’s very nice to see you today. Tell me, who has got you feeling so upset today? Remind me to send them flowers.” She said wickedly, not holding back on the insults. She was much taller than Isabelle, and in her opinion, she was much prettier than her as well. At least Aimee didn’t look like some sick bird.

[Isabelle Leynette R3]

You know the times when you expect something bad to happen and it’s something good instead? Yeah, this was not one of these moments. Perhaps you can guess where I’m going with this. As mentioned before Belle wasn’t in the greatest moods. Yet here she was wandering the halls with the words ‘bother me’ written somewhere. Why, you ask? Well, I don’t have the slightest idea. But she must have had it somewhere because when she saw who was coming at her it was to late to turn around and just leave. No, she couldn’t do that now. She was going to have to suck it up and take it. She was after all the idiot that deicide to do this in the first place. She toke one final deep breath and forced a smile upon her lips. And waited for the moment when Aimee was going to approach.

Your probably going, oh no, what’s wrong with Aimee? She sounds like such a sweet girl. This would be the moment Belle would spit out her drink and laugh. Sweet? No, belle doubted the word sweet was even in the girl vocabulary. She was after all a Sinclair and everybody knew to stay out of her way. After all, you may end up saying something one day and the next it would end up in her mother’s magazine. Belle had managed to stay away from Aimee most of the time, and only saw her in class. Yet all that just went down the drain. What a terrible day indeed. Belle moved from the wall and walked towards the wall. She wasn’t going to wait for the girl to just strike. Every step forward was exhausting. But she carried herself well. With pride, she was after all a Leynette.

“Hello, Isabelle. It’s very nice to see you today. Tell me, who has got you feeling so upset today? Remind me to send them flowers.” The girl said acidly. Aw, so she really did talk like that. Belle always wondered. “Aw, so Aimee Sinclair, I wondered when we’d finally meet.” Belle said. Her smile never faded, her tone was rich and sweet.
“Its funny you mention flowers, I’d say the person would prefer weeds, thank your head of house for me. That essay was a tough one.” Belle said. Inside her mind she wondered when the girl would leave her alone and let her sulk. This terrible day had to get better.

[Aimee Sinclair S3]

“Well that is very odd.” Aimee said, in mock confusion. “Because I finished that essay in a matter of minutes, and you still see me as cheery as ever. Although I must say, seeing you in this bad a mood just because of Professor Snape really has lifted my spirits. I always thought he was a great man. Never once has he failed to teach those willing to learn, and then deal with those slackers who use him as an excuse for their failures.” She said to Isabelle, raising her eyebrow. Severus Snape was really an admirable man. Not to mention he was very misunderstood by most people. Last year, he graciously provided Aimee and her mother Ethan Jacobs’s grades for the term so she could write a hard-hitting article about where England’s economy was headed. After all, Ethan Jacobs was the heir to two of the most powerful people of England. If he wasn’t well educated, how would he know how to handle his wealth? Yes, Snape was a good man. She smiled sweetly, never letting her voice change from the sweet tone that held a note of discreet venom.

[Isabelle Leynette R3]

“Well that is very odd, I finished that essay in a matter of minutes, and you still see me as cheery as ever. Although I must say, seeing you in this bad a mood just because of Professor Snape really has lifted my spirits. I always thought he was a great man. Never once has he failed to teach those willing to learn, and then deal with those slackers who use him as an excuse for their failures.” Aimee said to her in a tone of false confusion. Belle looked at her unfazed, and in a bored manner. She was really wondering what kind of drugs this girl was on. These Slytherins where awful people. Belle never had a problem with getting along with some of them. To be honest, many of them had hearts. She had to search deep. But she found them; she was in no mode to day to search for anything. Personally she didn’t care to find out if Aimee Sinclair was human at all. She was afraid the answer would be no.

“Cheery, yes that’s one way of describing it.” Belle murmured under her breath. “I don’t see what it is you want Aimee, Do you want me to tell you you’re smarter than I am? Okay, wow Aimee, I am impressed, matter of minutes? My that essay toke me the whole lunch period, maybe you were sorted in the wrong house.” Belle said her sarcasm very rich at this point. It was coming to the dangerous point where the only things she would say would be sarcastic. Only Victoria knew the dangerous points. Not many people aggravated Belle so much. They knew on days like this to leave her alone. I suppose Aimee didn’t get the memo. Or rather she did, but wanted to participate in a game of bug the Ravenclaw. “Anyway, haven’t you ever heard the quote don’t kick a man when he’s down? Or how about treat on to others as you’d like to be treated?” Belle asked. She was getting tired of this. How much longer till dinner?

Looking at Aimee Belle almost laughed. This girl reminded her some much of her mother. Naturally belle’s mother never spoke like this to Belle, but she had attended many parties and she had seen her mother in her natural form. She was a striking beauty and a way with vile words. This always seemed to anger Belle. You may be wondering why. Well I’ll tell you why. One time too many people would bump into Belle at a party completely wasted. They would talk about how she’s grown, how she had become a beautiful young lady, unlike her mother. This would make Belle physically sick. She wanted nothing to do with her mother. It was true the two women looked alike, but their actions would speak differently.

[Aimee Sinclair S3]

“Cheery, yes that’s one way of describing it.” Isabelle muttered sarcastically. “I’m sorry, Isabelle, did you have something to say? Because if you did, I would rather you tell me rather than start muttering things under your breath. One might begin to think you’ve gone mad.” She said, her thin eyebrow raised. “I don’t see what it is you want Aimee, Do you want me to tell you you’re smarter than I am? Okay, wow Aimee, I am impressed, matter of minutes? My that essay toke me the whole lunch period, maybe you were sorted in the wrong house.” So the girl had a quick tongue. But then again, what Ravenclaw didn’t? Her words were dripping with sarcasm, and even though she sounded sweet, she could tell there was nothing more Isabelle wanted to do than to walk away from this fight. But that would be considered cowardly, so she wouldn’t dare walk away. “Now, Isabelle! You really must stop putting yourself down so much. You’re almost taking the fun out of seeing you like this.” She said sweetly, even though both third year girls knew how bitter the statement was. “Anyway, haven’t you ever heard the quote don’t kick a man when he’s down? Or how about treat on to others as you’d like to be treated?” Aimee laughed. So Isabelle really was a Ravenclaw. She always did find it annoying how they started randomly quoting people or preaching ancient sayings to superior Slytherins who obviously didn’t give a damn about what Aristotle said fifty thousand years ago. She let out a small cute sigh. “I have, but I don’t really care. What’s the use kicking a man while he’s standing? If you’re trying to inflict pain on him, then wouldn’t it hurt most while he’s down? As for the other saying, well a very wise woman once told me that your place in the world determines how you are treated, not how you treat others.” She said, quoting her mother’s words.

[Isabelle Leynette R3]

“I’m sorry, Isabelle, did you have something to say? Because if you did, I would rather you tell me rather than start muttering things under your breath. One might begin to think you’ve gone mad.” Aimee asked in that sickly sweet voice, adding in an eyebrow raise, I guess she likes to mix it up. “Aimee, I have plenty to say, but I’m afraid it wouldn’t make much since to you.” Belle told her honestly, her tone sincere and just Belle, minus the sarcasm. “As for going mad … who says I haven’t already jumped into the deep end?” those words on her tongue a devilish grin on her lips, and a daring look in her eyes. She knew she was saying too much, dwelling in forbidden thoughts. Things she swore she wouldn’t let filthy up her mind. Insanity, yes that had been her latest concern. She feared she was losing it, but throwing into the conversation made it less treating, almost inviting, she shouldn’t be afraid that she might be going crazy.

She spoke again, her voice still held the bitter sweetness and Belle rolled her eyes. “Now, Isabelle! You really must stop putting yourself down so much. You’re almost taking the fun out of seeing you like this.” “Gee, and we wouldn’t want that happening now would we?” Belle asked, her voice just as sickly sick as Aimee’s. Belle’s was out of pure mockery though. She never had to normally use a voice as such, she knew it made everyone sound fake, and like a child. Mocking, sarcastic, or bored, was her normal style. It always worked for her, good thing too. But now she was getting her energy back, this did help. She wasn’t feeling drained or sluggish now.

“I have, but I don’t really care. What’s the use kicking a man while he’s standing? If you’re trying to inflict pain on him, then wouldn’t it hurt most while he’s down? As for the other saying, well a very wise woman once told me that your place in the world determines how you are treated, not how you treat others.” Aimee told her. Of course, belle thought. Typical Slytherin, pain, and hatred, what had she expected? “What’s a place in this world if you have no body to share it with?” Belle asked. “What good will it do if you don’t treat people with respect and nobody likes being with you?” She asked, “What’s the point in that?” Honestly confused.

[Aimee Sinclair S3]

“Aimee, I have plenty to say, but I’m afraid it wouldn’t make much sense to you.” Isabelle stated with an attitude. Aimee let out a high pitched evil laugh. “Oh, and this coming from the girl who says I’m smarter than her!” Aimee said amusedly. “Do me a favor, Isabelle. Next time you open your mouth, you might want to make sure the words coming out actually make sense. Not everyone has a simple a mind as you do, my dear.” She said, starting out in a malicious tone, but returning to her sweet voice by the end of the statement.

Aimee rolled her shocking blue eyes at Isabelle’s mockery. “Oh, so not only do you admit to being stupid, but you also admit to being crazy. What else would you like to tell the class? How about we continue by saying that you must belong in a muggle classroom, surrounded by five year old filth? Mockery is a very juvenile thing to do, and I figured even you would know that.” She said, not letting her sweet girly voice falter. “What’s a place in this world if you have no body to share it with?” Belle asked. “What good will it do if you don’t treat people with respect and nobody likes being with you?” She asked, “What’s the point in that?” Aimee couldn’t believe that girl still dared to talk back to her. “Well, I have many people to share my life with.” She stated bluntly. “The only difference is, you will hang out with any filth that comes around. I have many friends, which is probably a lot more than you can say. However, they are pure. They are not animals like some of the trash that roam these corridors.” She said, ditching her sweet voice. Her tone sounded as if it was dipped in venom, and Aimee was getting ready to bite.