A Sliver of Anger ((Fiona))

[giselle]

Giselle never had good days anymore. Nor did she have bad days. The fact that they were all boring and confusing did trouble her and make her frustrated. She didn't know whether to be sad or excited. Days like this were an example. She had just broken her toe, tried to heal it, but had missed out of lack of concentration and blasted apart her shoes. So now she was wearing flip-flops. Giselle's feet were already frozen from the cold wind that flew past her. Still, she had managed to heal her toe after a second try. Giselle scowled darkly and plodded up to Hogsmeade. Everyone she met had to face her fierce gaze. That and the steady flipping noise of her shoes made her look formidable. Some might have thought her amusing at first. Giselle made sure to switch their opinions very quickly.

Her blond hair swung around in the wind, blinding her at moments. Giselle remembered looking in the mirror before leaving. Her gray-blue eyes had pierced the glass and her blond hair had been silky smooth. Now, it must look like a whirlwind of tangles. She scowled even darker. She loved her hair more then anything else. It was her world. Even Catherine paid more attention then need be to her hair. It was just that natural beauty thing. Giselle smirked softly as she entered the small village. It was oddly busy. People trod on her once broken foot, which twanged with pain every time. After a horrible stepping on, Giselle was forced to leave the sea of people and sit down at the nearest cafe.

Her eyes were tearing up from the pain. Everything seemed like a wash of colors to her. Giselle blinked and rubbed her eyes angrily. They worked better after that. With a final glare at the crowd, Giselle beckoned for the nearest waitress to take her order. When the woman refused to come get her - ignoring Giselle completely - the young fifteen year old simmered with anger. "Get back here, woman!" Giselle said softly, calling to the woman with her gaze alone. The burnett did turn and -- with a somewhat terrified expression - took out her pad of notes and waited on Giselle. "I'm sorry, Miss. We don't take orders like so. You have to walk up there and pay - " The woman began. Giselle shoved it aside with a wave of her hand. "The others have to go up there." She corrected arrogantly, placing her palm under her chin. "Now, go get me a chocolate shake, and make it quick. I do have my connections....and you can get fired with the snap of my fingers." She snapped as demonstration. The waitress nodded, walking away quickly like a little girl caught doing something bad. Giselle smirked, satisfied, and leaned back in her chair.

[Fiona O'Reilly S5]

Fiona pulled out her wand and fixed the rip in the knee of her jeans. She dusted her green sweater off as well as her dark blue jeans as she stood. She had just fallen down the stairs of Hogwarts. Cursing to herself she glared at a few laughing first years and pointed her wand at them. "I would be a little more careful about what I say if I were you!" Fiona snarled. The students ran back inside Hogwarts talking loudly in fear. Fiona lowered her wand and started walking toward Hogsmeade. She was glad that she was able to go to Hogsmeade today. She had been having a bad week and this should help improve her mood. Fiona fluffed her hair to try to get the dirt out of it. She sighed as the anger and frustration slowly ebbed away. She wished things were different. Who didn't? Looking back at the castle Fiona's eyes narrowed. Hogwarts would be so much better without all the half-breeds and mudbloods. Turning back around she made her way out of the grounds of Hogwarts and onto the cobblestone road of Hogsmeade.

Fiona made her way toward the Shrieking Shack. She could be alone there and not have to worry about annoying students speaking loudly. Glancing at the crowded streets of Hogsmeade she turned away from them and headed toward the secluded Shrieking Shack. The wind picked up and she felt a chill go down her spine. She rubbed her arms in a hope for warmth. Looking around she could see the bare trees. The sound of leaves crunching was prominent. Of course, she loved that sound. It was a great stress reliever to step on them and hear the sound. Suddenly, voices interrupted the serenity. She squinted her eyes and saw four third year Hufflepuffs looking at the Shrieking Shack. "So much for privacy," Fiona said to herself as she turned around and headed back for the town.

Coming back into the streets of Hogsmeade, Fiona bumped into an older student from Ravenclaw. "Watch where you're going!" Fiona exclaimed as she moved away from them and continued down the streets. As she went the streets got more and more crowded. She could hardly move through them. She got elbowed and that's when she started to push her way through the students. Knocking over students as she passed she headed for the closest door. Heading into the cafe she turned around and slammed the door. "Be careful!" The woman behind the counter exclaimed. Fiona turned around and stared at the woman, "You be careful," she said as she headed toward a table. She turned and ran into a waitress that seemed to be in a hurry. She looked over to where the waitress had been and saw Giselle Dumas, a Slytherin in the year above her. She seemed to be in a rather bad mood. Fiona turned to the waitress who was apologizing overtly waiting for Fiona to say something. "Get me some tea," Fiona said. The waitress was about to object, but Fiona had already walked away toward the table Giselle was sitting at. She sat without even asking permission and looked over at Giselle. "Hope you don't mind," Fiona said with frustration. She didn't mind a fight, but she wasn't really in the mood for it.

[giselle]

The stupid woman brought her the shake wanted on quick feet. It looked as though the ground was on fire below her. Giselle took the chocolate shake without a 'thank you.' The woman didn't deserve it if she had to be told to go wait on a customer. Giselle's cook - Nina Jackson - was always ready and prepared. Too bad all the others weren't as professional. Giselle scowled darkly after taking a sip of the shake. It was good, very good. Giselle had a thing for chocolate and no matter how hard she tried to stop eating it, she would eat it. Her thin figure wasn't taking an gain from it, so Giselle continued to eat. She was resigned to the fact that the chocolate shake was perfectly fine. She had nothing to complain about now. A little resentful at everyone, Giselle didn't even look up when a shadow crossed her path. She figured it was the waitress. When the shadow didn't move and it sat down, Giselle shot an angry glare at the person.

"What do you - " She began before recognizing the person as a Slytherin. Giselle never cared to learn many names of the Slytherins except the very important ones. This girl looked familiar. The red hair and her eyes...Giselle had seen them before. She raised a cool eyebrow, which hid her mechanical thinking. "You're the O'Reilly girl, aren't you?" Giselle asked, a memory coming back to her slowly. "Fiona O'Reilly? The one girl who's parents committed suicide or something?" Giselle's eyes widened as she remembered the script from the newspaper this summer on the O'Reilly's. She figured it must be a sore spot for Fiona, but when did she care about things like that? Never. Giselle tucked in the corner of her lips. "I'm terribly sorry for your loss." She said with no sympathy evident in her voice, which lowered for her next few statements. "Your parents were good supporters of the Lord. Very respected as well." Giselle offered the girl a tight smile. The Dumas family was a respected pure-blood family, so naturally she knew all the other families as well.