Hot Chocolate? ((Camille))

[will]

William drudged through Hogsmeade with no particular destination in mind. He was not there to shop, which was in fact his least favorite hobby of all the possible existing hobbies in the world. Who would want to spend quality time roaming around streets, goggling through windows and spending money that possibly could serve a better purpose? No, Will was not there to shop, just to... meander, let's say. Hogwarts was not at all thrilling on the weekends like this, when the wind blew the dead grass off the ground and trees lost their branches. Not really. Today was just your average, dull winter day, with nothing to do except consider if one should be wearing a heavier jacket when the cold breeze catches you by surprise.

Will wasn't sure why he was in Hogsmeade. Lately his reasoning has abandoned him and left him lost and incredibly reckless. Although his grades were still at the top of the game, his indecision drove him to take measures such as sleeping in a little later and going to bed later, which didn't make for a good combination. "Look, mommy!" A child's voice intruded into William's train of thoughts. He was looking extremely excitable, and his mother tired, yet it brought a smile to Will's face as he watched from a distance as his mother bought the toy he was so fascinated with. If only he hadn't been an orphan. Now Will, he told himself sternly. He'd asked himself why he was unfavored in luck almost a million times, and this time wouldn't make a difference. No, he was mainly just out of luck. The saying is that luck favors the good, but William was sure his priorities were in the "good boy" zone, yet he had no luck in his life only to come upon Luce, and no matter how much he told himself so, it wasn't enough.

Pulling himself away from being desperately somber, William found that he had stopped in front of a random hot chocolate place, somewhere small and looking quite forlorn among the other shop. "Excuse me." A random man said so close to Will that he could feel his breath on his neck. It was in such a situation one got scared out of his wits and continued to be scared even though he knew people in the crowd where around him. "Sorry." Will stepped forward allowing a free path to the crowd. The man left, although his odor was left behind. "Ugh." Will whispered, feeling disgusted and frightened at the same time, and maybe a little disappointed at his reaction. With a sigh, he entered the shop he had probably been standing, unaware, in front of.

It was warm and fuzzy and Will found that it wasn't as deserted as he had assumed back on the street. A few adults were in here, but scarcely any students could be found. Will took a seat near the window, a habit he had taken to from the very beginning. As an after thought, the warmness and fuzzy feelings were starting to go to his head. Sitting up a tad, Will levered open the window, propping it so it could stand without assistance. Satisfied, he sat back and let the cool breeze caress his face.
"Would you like anything, sir?" A young waitress asked rather gruffly, and not in a tone that appealed to Will either. He gave her a smile that was not returned, still feeling dizzy from the air in the place. "Yeah. Yes. Hot chocolate. Nothing on top." Will ordered, watching the waitress go without disappointment. What an ogre. And to be the person interacting with others... what a terrible service. Another sigh sailed through the air and Will found himself leaning toward the window. The outdoors were always better to him. Inside he felt caged, but outside it was honest with him and not secretive. No, Mother Nature was more of Will's friend then even Hogwarts was.

[lissa]

If life could be as simple on paper and in reality, then I would truly be captivated by something. I guess that feeling never came to me as a child. I was raised for one purpose, to be the best pure-blood I could be. My mother never really cared what I wanted. She was scarcely around, that still goes for today...

Camille stopped writing. The words came easily, but it hurt worse that way. Why was it so easy to talk about something that hurt you so much? Camille had always loved to write her every thought or dream down. But, as she became older, she couldn't help thinking that it seemed so wrong. Things were meant to be said out loud not written for no one to read. Camille propped her head up further on the pillow of her bed. She was tired of writing, now. She quickly took her wand out of her pocket. With one wave, the ink bottle was closed and put up and the quill was seated next to it. Camille gave an awkward grin and then pushed herself from the warmth. Camille now remembered why she had been writing on her bed and not it the common room. It had been so cold down there for a change. She quickly pulled her robe on, but then just became bored. I could use a new book. She thought. IT was decided, she was going into Hogsmeade. Camille quickly pulled on her dark wash almost shiny jeans that Opal had been so keen on buying her. Then, she pulled on a mint green sweater and her cream colored boots. She applied little makeup and brushed her hair. With that, all that was left was to put on her creme Pea Coat. Camille pushed open the door and left her dormitory to find a new book to amuse her.

"No, that one." Camille's said not too forcefully pointing to a book just opposite of the one the book store employee had pulled out. He sat tall on the latter trying to keep up and still grab the book. Camille couldn't help but think at this point of waiting Opal would have surely said some not so nice things, but Camille wasn't in the mood for that. True, she often had a tad of a temper, but it had left her recently. "That's the one." She nodded as he again pointed at the wrong book. Might as well read one he is so keen on pointing to. She chuckled to herself a bit before paying for it. "Thanks." She said as he placed it in the bag. Camille then went into the windy streets. Well, that was it. She had only come for the book. Was it really worth it? Camille didn't feeling like trekking back to the castle yet. So, she calmly strutted the streets pulling her deep red hair out of the way several times. She looked up and down the icy rode, but their wasn't really anywhere to go. Feeling a bit tired, Camille wandered into a shop not really knowing what it was.

It was immensely warm inside unlike the streets. It was actually almost too warm for Camille. She looked around a bit. It was some sort of cafe. Camille wasn't really hungry, bur rather thirsty and just needed to sit. She looked around. The place was mostly inhabited by adults with a few students around she didn't really know. Until, she looked at one boy. Camille didn't know him, but his face looked somewhat familiar. She thought for a moment and then realized that he must be a fellow sixth year and that she recognized him from classes. Seeing that there weren't too many available seat she walked towards his table. "Do you mind if I sit? There are only a few other open spots." She said calmly. "I'm Camille by the way." She then waited for an answer.

[will]

Will watched with little anticipation as his waitress came back to him faithfully, with his hot chocolate in hand. He had been expecting her to perhaps forget it all together, but surprise was a good thing. Will waited until the drink was on the table before saying anything. "Thanks." The waitress didn't even look up to acknowledge his existence. Or maybe she did; Will was in a strange mood today. "Anything else, sir?" She asked. Will waved his hand, dismissing her. "Thanks." He said again, but the response didn't come. She swiftly left his table, grateful to go back where she wasn't bothered by naive young sixteen year olds. Will shrugged and put his back to the window, letting the drink warm his fingers.

"Hi." Will looked up as a girl approached. Her face resembled that of a girl he had seen around school and in classes. It was evident he was right when she introduced herself as Camille. Since they had been having classes together for a good five years, he naturally knew her last name was Norvette. "Will Senetta. Of course you can sit." He motioned toward the booth opposite him and gave her a friendly smile. It looked like she had been doing some shopping herself, as she was carrying something along with her. His hot chocolate warmed up his whole being, making him even more pleasant for talk. "What brought you to Hogsmeade?" He asked sounding genuinely interested.

[lissa]

"Thanks." She said calmly glad he seemed polite. Camille carefully moved the chair back and sat silently. "Nice to meet you." She answered as the boy introduced himself as Will. Of course, they had classes together for years, but Camille was horrible with names and faces. Besides, she was much more comfortable with Gryffindors than any of the other houses. She just felt more at home with them. Camille gave a small smile just to be polite. Smiling wasn't at all her best expression, but she made it seem natural even though it was hard for her some times. The room around her was warm. Maybe a bit too warm for Camille's taste, but she was used to cold air. Her large house in London was constantly cold, in so many ways. Any room with just a hit of warmth seemed freezing to her. Camille pushed her hair behind her ears a bit as her deep red locks pushed in towards her face all too often. They got on her nerves a lot and she had the urge to cut her hair many times. But, people persuaded her others otherwise. Actually, they didn't, they just thought they persuaded. It was so hard for Camille to actually persuaded. She made up her mind on her own.

Camille turned her head towards Will hearing his words. However, before she could answer, the waitress came over. "And what should I get for you? What he is having?" She asked pointing towards Will's hot chocolate. Camille thought for a moment and then looked at her again. "Umm, no, actually just black coffee." She explained. The waitress gave her a sharp look, and turned away to get Camille's drink. Camille turned towards Will. "Weird, I know, but my father raised me on it." She said. Camille wasn't too great on small talk. Actually, she was rather bad at it, but she did try. Being social, just wasn't exactly the way she was raised is all. Camille looked at Will nicely, but just felt her usual awkwardness. It never seemed to leave her. It lingered around her constantly promising to stay forever.

Camille was finally ready to answer Will's question. "Umm, just getting a book. I'm not a big reader, but a writer. Books inspire me, see. Besides, my dorm was getting quite boring." She said glancing at Will and then at the window. She watched the many people pass anxiously trying to get where they needed at a fast speed. Camille looked backwards upon hearing a noise behind her. The waitress was arriving almost making her coffee fall. Camille looked at her with an almost smug look on her face. "Thank you." She said taking the mug it was in. Camille took a sip taking in the strong taste. It was pretty good coffee and to her liking. She then looked back at Will. "What about you? What brought you to Hogsmeade today?" She asked. After, that Camille could think of nothing else to say and sat in awkward silence waiting for a response.

[will]

"No problemo." Will shrugged easily, letting the gratitude fly away in a dismissing manner. He had only let her sit down. It wasn't a big deal. Now, if he had saved her life, then that would be different. Lot's of grins and a little bragging, perhaps. All in a days work. But he hadn't done anything terrific or dramatic. Maybe a different day. Then again, being suicidal like Harry Potter, the boy-wonder, might be a little drastic. He wasn't sure yet. "You too." He had known Camille from classes and everything, yet he had never actually sat next to her like he was now. This was a great opportunity to get to know her. Will grinned and put his hands on the table in front of him. He was glad they weren't dirty today. They usually were, no joke. And he did have good hygiene, he was just always getting into things that were a little dirty. Today they were sprakly clean though. Hurray.

The waitress was back. The same rude mannered one. Will looked away as she took Camille's order. Black coffee, huh? Interesting. He found that people who drink coffee like to stay up late at night, for typical reasons. Camille might be that way too, who knows? Will gave her a smile as she explained. "Oh. That's cool." He didn't really feel like talking about his parents right now. He didn't have any to start off with, only the orphanage, which couldn't be considered even a guardian. William had to look away from Camille; his parents weren't a touchy subject anymore, but sharing with a half-stranger like her wasn't easy. Even if he had to do it often.

"Writing, huh? Writing has never been my favorite thing to pass the time. I get enough of it doing essays and homework. But I do like to ride. I have a horse, well, the place I...er... live at has a horse, and we are training to - " Will cut himself off with a mental slap. Just don't even get started, least he wanted Camille to fall asleep. She was a writer and he a horse fanatic; too very different things. Will was wrapped up in stereotypes, and as much as he knew, writers were more of the indoor type. "I didn't really come here for any particular reason. Just bored, I guess." It wasn't much to talk about. Conversation wasn't Will's forte either, unless he was talking to Luce. Then he could say anything at all, let everything out in the open. And he would listen. Will shifted in his seat; "Tell me, Camille, do you like animals? Or the outdoors, even?"

[lissa]

Small Talk. Was there anything more embarrassing in the universe? Well, it seemed that way for Camille. Talking to an almost stranger was just not something she had been raised to do. Camille had merely been taught how to talk to high class adults and their children. No one else mattered to Opal at least. Camille often thought of Opal as the most selfish person on the planet. She didn't even mind thinking such things about her mother. Camille knew all of that made her seem like such a brat, but the hatred for her mother was something that would remain forever. Camille didn't care what people thought about her feelings towards Opal. Opal had done too many unforgivable things to Camille. She struggled to get her mind out of a stupid frenzy of thoughts. She melted into that sort if feeling often and hated it.

Camille heard Will respond to a few of the things she had said. She nodded nicely. Camille couldn't help but feel like a trained seal. She had been taught how to listen and speak. Why was it controlling her life? She wished she could forget trying to be polite for one second and let her true sarcasm show, but it was just too hard. However, if Camille ever came into a horrible mood, the sarcasm was eminent. Camille reached for her mug and took a few more sips of the hot drink. Yet again, the memories flooded her like normal. She was never able to stop them. Camille was thinking back to her father making her coffee when she was only nine. He didn't really care about keeping a healthy child or anything like that. Van was just a caring parent. True, he messed up an awful lot, but at least he was always there for Camille.

Camille listened to Will talk. So, he liked horses. Horses were defiantly not Camille's thing. Most of her life was spend in Paris and there were defiantly no horses in that crowded city. "Yea, writing just comes easy for me." She said bluntly. Probably like you and horses. She thought to herself. Will must know a lot about them if her dare bring them up in a conversation. She watched him calmly. "Yepp, boredom pretty much lures people into Hogsmeade it seems." It was very true. Camille came often when she was bored. It just seemed like Hogsmeade would free her from the boredom she wanted to leave. Camille raised an eyebrow when Will asked her if she animals or the outdoors. Here she was again caught up in the small talk. Camille took a sharp breath. "Umm, not really. I was raised in an apartment in Paris. There aren't really animals there. Well, except for dogs and things like that. I've never really spent much time outside really. My mother always frowned upon that. Actually, she wouldn't allow it. I do however do a bit of writing by the lake sometimes, but I guess that's about it. I think I was brought up with the outdoors and animals then I would like them." Camille shrugged. Well, she had managed to tell the truth. "So, I'm guessing you like animals and you mentioned horses. They are so majestic, but I've never really ridden one." Camille said just looking for a conversation starter. It was a small one, but a start none the less. She waited for Will to say something.

[will]

Will's grin spread. "Really! Me too. With horses, I mean. I can't do writing, no offense or anything, but don't you get enough of that with writing essays and everything?" Will asked, perhaps a little blunter then he had meant. Meant it he did, though. So he said it. He really hoped Camille didn't take it offensively. That wouldn't be any good, seeing as no other company seemed to await him in a shop in Hogsmeade. Besides Camille, that is. He shrugged at that one part about boredom and Hogsmeade. He wanted to hear more about Camille and the outdoors. Stuff that interested him. Will was good at hanging on to people's words and learning things; why else would he be in Ravenclaw? But he really thought a response to the statement wasn't necessary.

"Oh." He was kind of disappointed. No, really disappointed. It wasn't like another Jasmine was going to pop out of thin air or anything, but it was something to hope for. "Paris? I've... never been to Paris. It's too fancy for me and everything. The orphanage only drags orphans around to places that meet their small imagination." He always liked bad-mouthing the orphanage. It was a hobby he had developed as a small boy. He was also referring to himself as having a small imagination too. But that was the orphanage's thinking. He didn't think of himself in such a way. "Growing up with animals is like being in heaven early." Will explained. Camille wouldn't know the feeling, and for some reason he wanted her to wish she had. "The only thing was... after seeing heaven for a little, I had to return back to Hell." He shrugged. "I grew used to it, I guess. It's not like I had a choice." He wanted to add how lucky she was to have lived in Paris. Yet he wouldn't budge an inch if offered to switch places with her.

"Yes, they are majestic. I think some people think of them as nice horses. They really are like people. They all come in different packages. Like, the one I ride. He's high-strung, loves attention, strives to be the best, is proud, and doesn't like to be bossed around." Will smiled distantly. "It's a pity you haven't ridden one. I started riding since five, I think. If not, then later, like six, but not seven." Will grinned, but forcibly moved himself away from the topic of horses. It was too dangerous of water to be treading in. He would remain there all day, if given the chance. "Do you still live in Paris? I live on the border of Wales and England. Some people that are next door to the orphanage believe they are part of England, while the orphanage is considered part of Wales. It's all very confusing. I think it's funny."

[lissa]

Camille couldn't help but let a true grin show as Will talked. He seemed pretty excited talking about horses like that. Camille wished she knew anything about them, but the way she was raised was really none of her control. She shrugged calmly a bit hearing Will's comment and taking no offense by it. She understood he had no intention of sounding as blunt as he did about her writing. He was a horse person, Camille was a writer. They were two very different things, but that didn't mean that Camille and Will couldn't be friendly towards one another. "Umm, well, I guess I love it so much because writing is how I put my anger out." She paused thinking for a moment. "Without writing, I'd probably be an angry basket case running around acting like I'm better than everyone else." Camille said in a calm but nice tone, which was pretty normal for her. Sometimes her tone seemed a bit more stressed even though it was just calm and carefree. "I don't think I can ever get enough of it." She took a deep breath. "It gets me thinking, and I like that." She explained hoping Will would understand. Writing was Camille's passion. To some it would seem incomprehensible, but it all made perfect sense to her. Writing was the thing Camille felt most comfortable at. It made her almost feel safe in a way.

Camille listened to Will sound a bit sad when she said she wasn't much of an outdoor person. He obviously was and just wondered if Camille was the same way. She wasn't but Camille had always wished she was. Maybe then writing wouldn't be on of her only passions. Maybe if she was an outdoor person then she would have many different activities to love. Of course, Camille just couldn't change her ways. Or could she? She sighed to herself. Camille heard as Will said he was an orphan. She knew at that moment in the conversation Opal would have rudely walked away. Camille often thought about what her mother would do in certain situations to stop her from making the same mistakes and being more like the women she couldn't stand. "Oh." She said actually feeling a bit sad for Will. Of course, Camille wasn't the type of person to say it out loud. Camille was sure she wouldn't want other people feeling sorry for her if she was in that situation. Besides, Will wasn't acting sad or anything. "Well parts of it aren't fancy at all." Camille said referring to the city. "Actually, those parts are much more simple than where I grew up. I actually preferred the less grand areas. Everyone seemed to be friends with each other. Visiting those places was so much more calm than the stuffy apartment where I lived near people who only talk to pure-bloods." She said adding a hint of sarcasm to her tone showing she really hated those sorts of people. She then thought back to Will in the orphanage. "Oh course, I'm glad for what I had." She added not wanting to look like a spoiled brat who hated what was provided for her. Camille didn't hate her life, she just wished things could have been a bit different for the better.

She heard Will talk about animals as heaven and then having to return to hell. "I bet." She said simply not really sure what to say to that. She nodded hearing him say he didn't have a choice. "That's one things kids have no choice over, where they live and their life situations." She said calmly trying to act as normal and carefree as possible. Camille grinned as Will talked about horses. He really did love them and talked about them highly. "That horse sounds like my mother." She said knowing it sounded rude and a bit bratish, but Camille fully believed it. "I bet riding that horse would teach her a few life lessons." She said believing her comment fully. Of course, Opal would never even get near a horse. Camille listened as Will talked some more. "Yes, it is a pity. If I would have lived in a more rural area and didn't listen to what my mother commanded then I'd probably be a meadoroker rider by now. But, I guess I was a scared girl way back then." She said a bit stiff but not much. Camille smiled a bit as Will asked about Paris. "I wish." She said calmly. "It really was my home and I still think of it like that. I mean I didn't really like the people, but I loved the city itself." Camille explained. "Now, I live in London, but I still visit Paris every summer. Hopefully this summer will just be me and dad, I'd like that." She said immediately feeling bad she brought him up, but not showing it. "So, what was it like growing up in an orphanage?" Camille gasp a bit as she hated herself for saying that. "You don;t have to answer that if you don't want to. My mouth got the best of me again." Camille waited for an answer.