Know the feeling? (Melissa)

[lissa]

The castle was like her torture chamber. It just taunted her. Camille didn't feel safe at Hogwarts anymore. Everywhere she turned just made her feel betrayed by the very walls she was surrounded by. True, the attack had occurred about a month ago, but the feelings inside Camille didn't go away. Van had been informed of the attacks and nearly wanted to take her out of Hogwarts, but in the end he decided against it. Besides, Camille was seventeen, an adult. He couldn't take her out without Camille feeling a bit of betrayal and Van knew he didn't want his only daughter against him. Opal however didn't say much of anything when she heard her daughter was attacked. Of course, this didn't surprise Camille. Van had told Opal, but he only sent her an owl. She apparted to him and merely said it was his fault that their child was so weak. No more had been heard from Opal since then.

Camille didn't mind not really having a relationship with her mother. She only did when she was very young. Back then, telling friends that your mother would rather be working in her clothing business than with her daughter seemed silly. She merely told them her mother was away on important business. However, through all the years of Opal not caring about her daughter, Camille still didn't understand why Van wanted her to have a true relationship with the women who abandoned them. True, Opal and Van were not officially devoiced, but why on earth would he want Camille to trust the women she couldn't stand. If Camille knew these answers, she would actually get sleep at night. It was midday Sunday. Technically, not a Hogsmeade sort of day, but Camille couldn't resist. Clouds surrounded the grounds and gray took over. The weather didn't really make Camille happy, but she couldn't take the castle any longer. Her dorm was beginning to bore her and writing essays were no longer fun. Camille stood from the window sill she was sitting at. Hogsmeade was her choice of location and she decided to leave immediately after changing.

Camille's long, red hair went to her sides. Lately, Camille hadn't been rather concerned with her clothing choices. However, before Opal spend long months in Paris, she had taught Camille the true ways of living a pureblood life. This did include clothing choices. So, Camille slid on a simple pair of creme colored pants with her black strappy heals. Her blouse was a pale shade of sky blue with a not low at all V neck. Camille wore black beaded necklaces and her family bracelet with Slytherin crest on it. She wasn't supposed to wear it since she wasn't sorted into Slytherin her first year, but she couldn't resist. Camille topped it with black robes lined with blue silk ribbon. She had all sorts of cloaks as Camille rather liked the look. No one would ever know the mood she was in the way she dressed and Camille rather liked that. She tucked her wand in her cloak pocket along with some money incase she decided to eat or something and she headed off.

Hogsmeade wasn't too crowded which pleased Camille. She wasn't in the mood to get trampled over by a bunch of young witches and wizards. She walked lightly as her robes picked up the air around her. Camille didn't really know where she was going nor did she care. Finally, she decided upon going to the Three Broomsticks as she hadn't gone there in a long time. Camille entered and took a seat near a window. She was a bit hungry as she hadn't been in the mood to enter the Great Hall lately. She ordered a cheese sandwich and a butterbeer. Camille waited for her order.

[lolisfun]

Deer Mel,

Please do not worry about me. I now it is hard but you are just going to have to deal with the fact that you are a witch. This is why I haven’t written back to you in this long time. I now I have known you since we were little kids but this is just a tad bit too extreme for me. Please now that I don't hate you and it is not your fault…it is mine and I now I can be small minded and not except anything but what I now well, I am sorry you had to find out this way but I can't go on like this. I get letters from you and I don't even open them because I am so guilty. Please don't stress too much about me ok?

Nicole

Mel crunched this letter in rage and sadness. Nicole is or was one of her closest friends and Mel had finally decided to tell her that she wasn't going away to boarding school and that she was actually going to a school that was for witches and wizards. She had told her this last month in a letter and had written to her almost every week talking about everything that was going on. She didn't think that Nicole was mad though. That was a complete shock to her, they had known each other since they where in preschool and during the summer it was almost as though they were connected at the hip. If you saw Mel somewhere chances were that Nicole was not too far away and that is why it hurt Mel so bad.

Crumbling up the piece of notebook paper that had a lot of scratched out words that Nicole had written to her she glared at the wall she was sitting by and tried not to cry. Why would she do this too her? Why would she be this shallow? Storming off of her bad that she was previously sitting on she threw on a pair of light blue jeans and a black t-shirt with a black hoodie to go over it. She always dressed like she felt and people could always tell what mood she was in. Picking up her brush she ran it threw her hair until all the notes were gone and then threw it in a high pony tail which she usually never did.

Pushing the crumbled piece of paper into her pocket she furiously pushed away the tears that were running down her face and decided she needed to take a walk. Rushing out of the common room not really in the mood to talk to people and watch as they gave her curious stares Mel walked out of the once thought of as safe Hogworts castle and onto the grounds. It was a chilly cruddy day out and she had the mood to match. She couldn't understand it, why would her friend desert her like that and tell her not to be to upset about it. It is really hard to act like you don't care when your best friend says that she can no longer speak to you any more because you are a freak.

As she walked the familiar path to Hogsmade she tried to figure out why Nicole would do this but only came up with one answer. She couldn't take the fact that there was such a thing as magic and wanted her life to go back to the simple way it was before all of this confusion and decided that the only way to do this was to drop Mel as a friend. She really needed someone to talk to but she didn't now who. Watching the paved stoned path that lead to Hogsmade she saw a sickle laying on the ground and picked it up. Well at least one thing went right today.

When she walked into Hogsmade she wasn't sure as to were she wanted to go so she headed to the three broomsticks. The crisp cold wind blew right threw her hoodie and she began to wish she had just stayed in her dorm. Walking into the Three Broomsticks she saw only one open table that wasn't full and headed towards it. Noticing that there was a very much older girl sitting at the table she hesitated slightly and then decided that it was the only place she could sit. She hoped she wasn't going to be a nuisance as she sat down in the booth.

[lissa]

Camille rested her palm on her head. She was thinking too much. She wanted to stop, but she just couldn't. It was just too much. Everything was just too much. Everything from the attacks to the letter from Van. All of it just crowded into Camille's as if it would never come out. Camille hated the feeling and it was one she had never experienced until the attacks. Stupid Death Eaters. Stupid Van. All of it was overtaking a girl that didn't need or deserve it. Camille took a deep breath of air. The room seemed slightly cold. Actually, it seemed as if it was getting colder with every second. Camille tried to ignore it, but that didn't quite work. She pulled her robes closer to her skin, but it didn't make her feel any better. It was as if the whole world was closer in on her. It was like the whole world was just focusing to destroy her. Camille pushed her hand closer to her face. Maybe if she kept up the pressure then her head would quit spinning as it was doing. But that didn't quite work. All she could do was take deep breaths which eventually did calm her down a bit. For the moment, Camille could do no more.

Suddenly, a girl sat at Camille's table. Geez. She thought. It wasn't the girl Camille really minded. She just didn't get along with younger students in general. Camille didn't know how to talk to them. She wasn't raised with kids and usually was kept alone with her nanny or Van. Even though this girl wasn't at all a childish first year, Camille didn't know if she could keep up a decent conversation at the moment. As a matter of fact, Camille didn't know if she could even seem decent, but she decided to try. Camille nodded at the girl as if saying she acknowledged her presence. Camille didn't know if the girl would be familiar with such customs. Usually, such things were taught to high class pure-blooded families. Usually this meant Slytherins. Of course, Opal and her entire family expected Camille to be placed in Slytherin. When she wasn't the contact with that side of the family pretty much ended there. Camille tried to offer a smile to the girl, but that didn't work at all. She she just decided to wait for her food.

"Thank you." She said to the waiter as he brought her food. Camille looked t the younger girl again. She could at least talk to her. "Hello. I'm Camille Norvette." She said politely. It sounded exactly like how she had been taught as a young child. Back then, it seemed as if they wanted to mold her little mind to fit what they wanted in a daughter. Too bad that it didn't work. Camille sighed before she took a bite of her cheese sandwich. She ordered it often when she came to the Three Broomsticks. It was a simple meal and yet Camille enjoyed it. She picked up her napkin and dabbed her mouth with it calmly. Camille then took a sip at her butterbeer.She decided against saying another word to the girl. If she wanted to talk to Camille than she would. Camille didn't want to be rude and interrupt on her thoughts.

[lolisfun]

Trying to get her emotions under control as she slid into the booth quietly hoping not to disturb the girl thoughts. She really couldn't handle being taunted or yelled at right now, because she feared if she was that number one she would start crying like a two year old and wouldn't be able to stop or two she would totally lose her temper and try and start a fight she new she wouldn't be able to win. Shuddering slightly she stared at her hands fighting the mixed feeling of jumping on a broom to go and see her former friend and sitting on the ground crying like a baby. Watching as her thin fingers curled around her old gold and silver twined ring that her mother had bought her on her 12 birthday. It was one of her most precious pieces of jewelry and she always wore it. It was one of her only pieces of jewelry because her parents did make a lot of money but a lot was put towards her clothes and objects pulse she didn't wear a lot of jewelry so they didn't think she would want one.

Twirling the piece of jewelry around her finger she sat thinking about her olds friend's letter once again that was still crumpled in her pocket. She new it was not healthy to think of these types of things for such a period of time because the stress could put holes in your stomach and acidic level of your stomach could raise which could lead to terrible stomach aces and dizziness. She had learned all of this because her mom was a healer and she wanted to follow in her mothers footsteps by becoming a healer also. Her mom had taught her how to heal minor injures like a sprained ankle and cuts/bruises but nothing major. Her father though insisted on her being an aurora like he was and she didn't now when to tell him she wanted to be a healer or how. She just hoped that when the time was right and she did everything would go smoothly and he wouldn't be too upset that his only child didn't want to follow in his footsteps.

The girl that Mel was sitting by gave a nod of notice to her but didn't say anything. Relived that this girl didn't make her leave she looked down at her hands once more and frowned. First she hears her mother is on another one of her working streaks and now this? What could get worse? Her mother was working on a serious patent and whenever she was she got into these sorts of working streaks. She would leave the hose before sunrise and would arrive home until after at least nine at night. Then she would lock herself in her study and read all the books she could think of that might help her figure out how to heal the person or help them in any sort of way. She would barley eat and almost seemed as though she never went to bed.

Looking up once again as the waiter brought the girl across from her a sandwich she asked the waiter kindly "Can I have a butter beer please?" After the waiter gave a curt nod and walked away she looked at the older girl as she introduced herself. "Hello. I'm Camille Norvette." The girl said. Giving the girl a small smile she said in a polite tone. "Nice to meet you, I am Melissa Gunner." Watching as the girl took a bight of her sandwich she looked to see if the waiter was coming with her butter beer yet but didn't see her. Looking back at the girl she asked in a curious tone hoping she wasn't disturbing her thought "So, do you come here often?" Tucking a piece of her brown hair that had gotten loose she waited patiently for a response.

(Sorry it is kind of lame)

[lissa]

Camille looked at the younger girl. She looked distraught or something. However, Camille wasn't in the mood to rack her brains thinking of an answer. She was much too solemn which was very different for Camille. Camille wasn't in the mood to criticize or just straight answer. For once, she felt being left out in the cold was much easier. It took away much of the usual thought process that drove people insane. Camille looked at the girl again. She was thinking like people often did when things were upsetting them. Camille herself had done a lot of thinking lately. Actually, she had more than she ever wanted to do. Camille was tired of thinking. It hadn't done her any good and was pretty tiding. Camille looked around the pub. A lot more people had showed up than when she came in. Most of them seemed to be Ravenclaw students actually. Camille didn't think most of them liked the Three Broomsticks, but what did she know? Camille sat for a minute just bored to tears.

The girl finally introduced herself as Melissa Gunner. Camille thought for a moment. The name didn't ring any bells in her head, but that didn't mean a thing. Opal would be the one to know pureblood family names, not Camille. Camille wasn't really in to that sort of things when obviously Opal was. That was pretty much all she talked about, actually. Camille looked at Melissa. "Nice to meet you, too." She replied in a crisp, kind manner. Camille wasn't one to talk a lot. Well, unless she had something very important on her mind. Then, she would say anything she wanted to no matter the consequences. Camille was like that. Sometimes, she could care less what other people thought and other times, well, she could care even more less than that. But, that was just Camille, not plain or simple. The waiter seemed to be too dilly dally to bring Melissa's oder. Camille hated when the did that. Usually, waiters would come by at least five times to refill your drink. In Paris, that was thought of as bad manners. So, waiters only came to the table to bring first drinks, order the food, bring the food, and when the customer asked them for a new drink or something. That was all they did and Camille liked that much better.

Camille listened to Melissa asked if she came to the Three Broomsticks often. It was a common Gryffindor hang out, but not so much for Camille. "No, not really." She said curtly. "When I do come to Hogsmeade, which isn't too often. I usually just get a book to read, a cup of coffee, and sit by the Haunted Shack." Camille gave a brief story of herself just to be nice. Camille took another bite of her sandwich and whipped her mouth with her napkin."Do you come here often?" Camille inquired. "So, what house and year are you? If you mind me asking, I haven't been able to figure that out myself." Camille said in a calm manner like usual. She looked at Melissa for a second. Maybe a third or fourth year, but Camille was pretty bad at guessing those sort of things. She knew that Melissa wasn't a Gryffindor nor a Slytherin, well at least she was pretty sure about the Slytherin part, but of course Camille wasn't certain. She stared at the girl awaiting an answer.