full stomach ((Camille ))

[Monica Henshaw S5]

There was nothing more that Monica Henshaw enjoyed than a good old-fashioned feed. In fact, the satisfaction of torturing a mudblood paled in comparison to the succulent taste of a nicely done rib eye steak, freshly baked scone or spicy breakfast sausage. Mmm, did she love food. And she wasn’t afraid to indulge when the occasion presented itself. Today was one of those occasions, it seemed. Therefore, it was with good reason that she was late to her meeting on account of she had been down in the kitchens, ordering a specific menu to be delivered to her table on request. She couldn’t wait for breakfast to start. ‘Do you drink coffee,’ she enquired of the skinny, boy that stood unobtrusively behind her. ‘I suspect we’ll be here for quite some time; would you care to join me for breakfast? That is, if you haven’t eaten already.’ It was a most generous invitation that Monica had graciously extended to the underprivileged lad. Many would kill to be having breakfast with her. ‘I shall order for the both of us,’ she stated bluntly as she picked up the menu type thing. That the lad had brought in. One could perhaps, liken the sensation of the awkward feeling of being stared at to how Monica Henshaw was currently feeling. Why was she feeling so sensationally weird, I hear you ask? Because the Nancy Pants called Chance (hey, that rhymed) was bent on staring intently at Monica's luscious dirty blond locks without uttering a word. Granted, they were the envy of all the boys in Hogwarts, and not a few of the effeminate professors and occasional Ministry members (cough-Guido-cough), it didn’t make the situation any easier. Perhaps the lad was feeling a tad shy about looking the most august personage in the whole universe in the face when he spoke to her. Aw shucks, the kid was shy. But at least he had some semblance of manners. ‘Yes. Thank you,’ he had replied in response to the breakfast offer whilst gazing up at Monica with a look that an adoring dog may give its Master.

Who didn’t, though? But what put the icing on the cake – and confirmed Monica’ suspicions that the lad might be one of those fellows that liked other fellows – was the offer of a food basket. Wait, a food basket? This was seemingly familiar. And perhaps the reason why it was because this lad in front of her was her ex-houseboy. Her family was rich and could afford such things as servants. Well, now that was a revelation in itself. The morning had started off with a kick, and now it was moving onto the bang. She browsed through the contents of the basket, and let the boy see he was mildly impressed. It was a notch above the cooking of the house elves at Hogwarts, yet it failed to meet the high standards of her personal chef house elf. ‘I hope you like raspberry waffles, boy,’ Monica drawled as cutlery magically appeared on her now magically clean plate. Not only did raspberry waffles appear, but also round waffles, gourmet waffles, more gourmet waffles and last, but not least, AMAZING WAFFLES. And a breakfast tray, of course. And a fruit and cheese platter for some variety. 'So,' Monica began, as she started on some of the numerous waffles, 'how are you finding school at the moment?' That was a safe conversation topic for breakfast, she judged. 'I trust you're doing Slytherin proud? Tell me, how are Slytherin faring in house points at the moment? I confess I have weightier matters on my mind than the current winner of the simplistic way this school has implemented in ensuring peace and quiet.' She munched her way through a particularly tasty Belgian waffle with golden syrup and vanilla ice cream and started on some bacon and eggs. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day, and if Monica didn't get fed, she tended to be more irritable than usual. So the day's fast was broken as early as her houself could manage it, and it tended to be fast. Ha-ha. Fast and fast. Funny.

Conversation tended towards the lacking at this point in time, as the two savored their waffle-dominated breakfast. ‘Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,’ Monica lectured in between bacon rashes and orange juice. If one wants to keep their wits about them, she should always start with something substantial in her stomach. There. That was also safe table conversation. She just hoped the lad wouldn’t blurt something out about dorks and ruin her appetite. After she finished her breakfast, she dismissed the boy who had to go back to work. She couldn’t have mentioned the food was quite tasty. Yawning with a full stomach, she got up from her chair and made her way towards the door. But only made three steps until bumping into something…how this ruined her good mood. Whom ever it was they were going to get it.

((not to great as a post......, well at least she's not wearing her nacho hat))

[lissa]

Camille sat crossed legged on her bed. Mornings were such a yawn for her. They brought nothing new just pain and tiredness. Her owl had screeched waking her up entirely too early for her liking. But, what could she do? She was up and no force in the world could make her sleep again. Camille yawned trying to bring her mind to grasp, but just feeling a bit more tired. Why did mornings taunt her like this? It was so unnecessary, but they always did. It was like they knew how much she despised them, but of course that didn't make sense. Camille just sat silently not wanting to wake up her dorm mates. No, they didn't deserve to wake up the way she had. Besides, all the Gryffindors were having a tough time with everything lately. There was so much on everyone’s minds and Gryffindors as always faced cruelty from the other houses on being "hot headed". Well, Camille knew some were that way, but she knew she wasn't. She hated people sneaking out and getting caught for stupid reasons. It was just so silly and wasted time in her eyes. But, she did admire some for having the strength to do that. Camille knew she had it too, but it was hard for her to show it. She was just a girl trying to prove herself to her mother. That was it. She wanted that, but then she didn't. It was all so complicated and Camille hoped it would all just disappear into thin air. Then maybe her life would be a bit normal, but that seemed unorthodox. True, Camille was strong, but that didn't mean her emotions were fully gone. She felt things as normal people did. Camille just wanted people to find that out for themselves.

Time passed as normal for Camille. It went so slowly and crept on her ever lasting nerve. Time was something Camille had never liked. She had never understood how it worked. She would never understand why it was someone’s time to die or there time to fall in love. It was just so complicated and Camille wished things could be simpler than that. Like if time could just freeze allowing Camille to change her mistakes, but no she didn't want that! Camille's hands were on her forehead making her dizzy. She was fighting that battle again. The battle on what she really wanted and needed. Did she want to change her life and become friends with her mother? Or did she want to be the rebel who thought of life differently for ever? It was all so crazy and complex. What did Camille really want? These things crashed as waves in her mind. I want to forget that stuff and be me. She thought finally. That was it. Camille had just made a decision. Her mother didn't matter. She just wanted to finish Hogwarts and forget about things holding her back. But, life didn't work that way and Camille would figure that out sooner or later.

Finally, Camille decided to go to Hogsmeade to eat. True, it would be crowded as always, but she felt like leaving the crazy Hogwarts atmosphere for a bit. Just to have a break. Camille needed that and it seemed like a good plan. She was pulling on her clothes trying to get ready. But, what did she want to wear? She had so many clothes that Opal had sent her in previous years when they were talking. Opal of course was Camille's mother, and calling her Opal made Camille feel less tense. Camille finally put on a pair of crème pants that fit her nicely. She loved to dress up, but she wasn't about to go over board. She then put on her wrap red sweater that showed the pink shirt under it that was meant to look that way. After that was her simple gold flats and matching gold dangling earrings. She then needed a bracelet. There was only one Camille ever wore. It was embracing, but it was a family bracelet passed down from her great-grandmother. She slipped the silver thing over her wrist. It was shiny and very expensive. It was green stones over it and the Slytherin Crest. It was the family tradition to wear it when you became a Slytherin. Camille wasn't supposed to wear it especially when she became a Gryffindor, but she did anyway. The only thing left to do was to fix her hair and make-up. Even though Camille liked to dress a bit older at times, she didn't make a fuss over make-up. She didn't really need it and it seemed stupid. However, a bit as good for her. She put on a light layer of powder and some blush. She ran crème eye shadow over her eye lids and added a bit of mascara. That was all she needed to feel good. After that, Camille took her wand trying to decide what to do with her hair. After considering it for a moment she decided to do something simple. She pointed her wand at her deep red hair and flicked it making light bouncy waves appear in her hair. Now, she was ready to go to Hogsmeade. Camille picked up her crème bag and headed out the door.

Crowded. It was always crowded. People didn't seem as scared now a days. True they were scared, but they too had noticed the pattern. The Death Eaters would kill muggles if they got in the way and common wizards if they had something the Death Eaters needed, but wizards who did nothing, usually got nothing. The Death Eaters wanted Harry Potter as usual. Camille had no relation with him at all so she knew she wouldn't be touched. Hopefully. She strutted the streets alone not looking nervous as it wasn't her nature. A coffee stand caught her and she walked over to it casually. "I just want a cup of black coffee." She said in her normal neutral voice that could often be said sarcastic, but it wasn't. Camille paid and left sipping the drink silently. Now, she just needed a bit of food. She walked calmly towards a foot shop just wanting something small. However, when she opened the door some girl knocked in to her making her coffee drop to the ground. Camille temper got the best of her as she hated when people did that. "You do know how to watch where you are going, right or are you blind?" She said. It wasn't too cruel as Camille wasn't like that, but she was never afraid to let her sarcasm show. Suddenly, her bracelet dropped to the ground. Camille blushed a bit picked it up. She didn't want anyone to notice it and she sure hoped the girl hadn't. It was the bracelet that let people know of her family. It had been hidden underneath her sweater but had been too loose and fallen off. She looked at the girl waiting for an answer.

[Monica Henshaw S5]

Amongst the population of puerile incompetents that inhabited Hogwarts, Gryffindor students were the most intolerable. They were the epitome of everything that she abhorred; their ambition had heinously mutated into some cheap parody called ‘bravery’. Well, her unjustifiable dislike wasn't JUST limited to their bravery, they were also decidedly untidy, precocious and the glasses-wearing outcasts of society. Yes, she was bitter. Still bitter about that Gryffindor girl, and well, never mind. Monica had bumped into to this Gryffindor and watched her drop a bracelet. 'Certainly, it looks like you live off that thing.' Did she just say that out loud? An even grimmer look appeared on her already dour face as surprise. Was there any point in prolonging the covert accusatory measures that she had previously employed, or press for the girl’s contriteness at realizing that? No. She was a Gryffindor she knew when to let it lie. She was a Slytherin after all and therefore should be adept at interpreting allusions, or at least more adroit at it than the other houses. It perhaps was a hasty judgment, but so far she had shown nothing of the traits known to her house. Was she going to have butter fingers today and break valuable possessions that didn’t belong to her hands? More than likely, but if she did, he would force her to pay back and not with labor. Hands on type. This Gryffindor did look poor and worthless, being a poor filthy wench with little prospects. She was probably friendless too. Yes, that made sense. No one likes a poor person. NO ONE. Not even Barney the fat purple muggle pseudo dinosaur. Well Monica didn’t blame her own elf, well ever since that stroke of good fortune with a certain a Ravenclaw and her magical rock, any jewelry was to be examined with Monica. For the sole purpose of evaluation was the ambiguous cover she gave her, but in actuality Monica wanted to see if any more of these doltish Gryffindors. Except in Slytherin, of course. Did all need such heavy direction? But before she was to handle that situation this girl had called her blind. Monica sneered. Oh’ you’re going to pay. She took out her wand pointing at the girl’s arm and said ‘accio bracelet.’ She knew that in any moment this bracelet would be in her possession and she’d snap it in to, or even worse wear it her own self.


((very-very short....didn't have much inspiration))

[lissa]

Camille looked at the girl harshly. She didn't seem to be sorry. If that were the case, then Camille would apologize, but it wasn't. Camille was usually normal, not a perky dip stick and not a tyrant. But, she could get a bit of a mean streak at times. She couldn't help it. Camille blamed it all on Opal. Opal pushed Camille too hard in her life. Camille blamed much on her as she deserved it. She gave the girl a smug look. Slytherin. She thought to herself. Camille was supposed to be just like the girl in front of her, well she was supposed to be better. Camille was supposed to be the best Slytherin pancake princess ever. One of those girls who wants nothing but to look cute and act rude to unworthy people. But, Camille didn't turn out that way. Nor did she want to. She might not be the best Gryffindor, but being a meadyokar Gryffindor was better than being a Pancake Slytherin any day. Her bracelet was safely in her hand now. Maybe it was weird Camille wore a bracelet that she defiantly didn't deserve in her mother's mind, but she liked it. Camille had like her grandmother and wanted her memory to live on. Her grandmother hated that she was in Gryffindor, but she could let it go knowing Camille was more than a princess baby doll. Grammy knew Camille wanted something in life, and she would get it.

Camille eyes turned colder hearing the girl say something defiantly. Did the girl think she care. Of course not. Camille could take that garbage any day. She wasn't helpless just because she was a Gryffindor. Why did people think they were all alike? That was a lie thought about most or all Gryffindors. Camille knew there were several lies about Slytherins, but most she thought as true. Besides, she had to put up with her Slytherin cousins all the time. They knew she wasn't worthless, but they loved to annoy and try to torture her. Camille loved even more to watch them fail and run away like scared kittens. She looked at the girl with a fierce look. "I dropped it, I picked it up. That is what you are supposed to do when you drop something. Please, live off it? Maybe some people have to, but I'm just not one of those people." She said smugly not letting her tone have any sarcasm or remorse. Well, it was true. Someone could live off the bracelet as it was worth more than the family mansion right outside of Versailles, but no one usually lived in it. It was merely a place to stay on holidays, but it would holdover forty guests. Camille just lived in her large house in London, it wasn't as big as the mansion though.

Camille watched as the girl didn't say anything for a moment. Suddenly, she took out her wand and summonsed some spell. Wait, her bracelet was leaving her hand. Camille was furious the little Slytherin would be such a little brat. She pulled out her wand as the bracelet wasn't yet in her hand. "Not today, filth! Finite Incantatem!" She screamed as the green beam left her wand. Finite Incantatem was meant to stop all current spells going on around the person who uses the spell. And it did work. Camille watched delighted as her bracelet hit the ground no longer under the Slytherin girl's spell. "Accio!" She called watching her bracelet come to her. Camille quickly stuffed it in her pocket and zipped it up knowing it would take more effort for the girl to summon it again and Camille would be more aware and stop it. She was furious now. Why would a little girl want her bracelet? "What on earth do you think you are doing? That's mine baby doll." Baby doll was a phrase Camille used to describe someone she thought of as an immature brat, but of course she never thought that she could be acting a bit immature herself. Camille took a deep breath calming down a bit. "Do you think stealing is fun. If so you might want a new hobby." She said. Camille then waited for the girl to answer.