Morning Princess (Abby)

[Ian McCain H6]

"Hah." Ian said yawing. I good nights sleep usually did him a world of good. It's not like Ian had anything to worry about. So many students were so worried and giddy lately. Exams were rolling around, attacks were all too common, and Ian even knew some students had marriage plans in the near future. However, Ian wasn't like that at all. No, he didn't have a need to worry. Besides, getting a good nights sleep was much better than worrying like a fool. School was almost over and Ian had basically begun the celebrating. There wasn't a reason for him not too. This summer, Ian would be moving to Paris with his mother and her new fiance. Ian didn't know anything about him nor did he care. As long as his mother, Katherina, was happy, then anything was fine. Besides, living in Zurich for the summer was over rated. Ian had done the same thing every year since his father died. It wasn't any fun since he could already speak German and knew everything about its history. No, this summer would be great and worry free in Paris.

Ian shifted from his bed. The room was dark and damp just like the rest of the dungeons. He really hated living down in the darkness. But, of course, Ian couldn't change that. As he looked around, Ian noticed he was the only one in the dorm. Good for him, he would much rather be alone. Ian quickly changed into his Slytherin robes with plain clothes underneath. With one quick look in the mirror, Ian knew he looked fine.He had little to do with his blond hair. Being so short, Ian only had to brush it to be in good hygiene, but it didn't need much. Ian brushed his fingers through it to get a good shape and then he was done. He went to his trunk and took out his wand. Ian stuffed it into his pocket. He usually kept it locked up for safe measure when he didn't need it. But, besides that, Ian always had it on hand. Before leaving, Ian through a Slytherin tie on and wore it loosely around his head. Was it even required? Ian didn't really know the dress code, but he wore it anyway as he liked the cool look it gave him. And with that, Ian left his dorm.

Ian looked at all the dirty creatures he passed while walking through the dungeons. He came across spiders every now and then. Ian had been raised in a spacious mansion in Zurich before his dad's death and after he and his mother had moved to a mansion in Dublin. Living the mansion life, Ian hated the mere thoughts of spiders near him. They were just gross and as a boy Ian wasn't even the kind to get dirty. He just usually stayed inside and kept to his fencing, the only sport he cared for. Ian hated creatures like spiders and anything found in Care of Magical Creatures. Which was why he didn't take the class. That and the fact that Ian though of Hagrid as an oaf just like other Slytherins. Ian walked on making his way to the Great Hall for breakfast. The school year was almost over and Ian was glad to know that he would only have to endure a few more meals as a sixth year before he came to seventh year. He was ready for Paris, however it wasn't ready for him.

First years cut in front of him as Ian neared the Great Hall. He was in too much of a good mood to frighten them. Besides, they were excited that school was nearly out. Ian decided to let them have their fun so he could keep his mood. He strolled near the Slytherin table where he took a seat near the fellow sixth years he had grown up with. Ian then began to sip on a goblet of pumpkin juice just enjoying the morning. It was a great day for Ian. Well, of course, any day was a great day now that school was basically to a close. Ian eyed for a second the Ravenclaw table. It had been sort of a pitty that Ravenclaw girl had to die for the Death Eaters to make a point. From what Ian heard about her, she had been quite pretty and smart, but he didn't really know. Ian glanced back at the goblet and continues to drink from it.

[abigail]

Abby had been up for a couple of hours before even deciding to go down to the Great Hall. There was always something that led Abby away from that wretched place, maybe it was the fact that it was filled with mudbloods but she was certain it was something else...something that made her nose twitch and her anger flare. She usually had some house elves bring her food up to the dormitory, so she could eat in bed. In fact, Abby hadn't been in the Great Hall since second year. Excluding the sorting ceremony, of course. Abby just didn't like the feeling she got when she stepped foot in there, maybe it was her spoiled richness speaking - but she wouldn't eat there...it felt filthy. Today, she surprised herself, by allowing her feet to carry in her in the direction of the Great Hall. She was in uniform, the grey skirt reaching her ankles and her knee high boots clicking on the floor. The white shirt was covered with a grey sweater and her tie was loose around her neck. Many of the girls didn't wear ties, but she liked how they looked on her. Her cloak was on and flowing loosely behind her, as was her chestnut hair.

As she passed the other students in the hall, she yawned - bringing her hand to cover up her mouth. Her perfectly manicured nails gleamed in the sunlight and bounced light in different directions. There were few students who stepped out of her way before she stepped on them, and those students got a small smirk in their direction - while others received harsh glares. Abby would sooner or later trample them, and she would take lots of joy from that too. Her head tilted to the right and there was a soft crack, and then she tilted it to the left and another soft crack. She straightened her head just in time to feel someone bump into her. Her eyes traveled down to stare at the creature on the floor. It was a young Gryffindor, great. Abby's eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms under her breasts - staring down at this girl until she got up and lowered her head in anticipation of a curse. "When you bump into someone, mudblood, you apologize. Especially, if that someone you bumped into is better than you." Abby spat with such dislike that some other students stopped and stared in their direction.

"I..I.." The girl stuttered. Abby raised her right eyebrow and tilted her head closer to the young girls, she was so close their noses were almost touching. "You, you..spit it out." That must have set the girl off because suddenly she looked up with fire in her eyes and she shrieked at Abby, "I'm not a mudblood! I'm pureblooded you dimwit!" There were gasps heard all over the corridor, and everyone was holding their breath to see what Abby would do. She straightened and smirked down at the little girl who had a backbone. Abby turned to walk away but then snapped back, her wand in her hand and her other hand grasping the little girls neck, "No. You are a mudblood. Repeat after me, 'I'm nothing, and Abigail Stephens is everything I wish I could be. I have no life, and I am nothing but a mudblood who deserves to die but is lucky that Abby doesn't do anything to me.' Go on, say it!" She squeezed the girl's neck harder, "Leave her alone!" someone called out, and then there was a chorus of 'yeah's. Abby ignored them and looked at the girl with a fiery glare. The girl whimpered, but Abby didn't relent. Finally, the girl opened her mouth and started.

"I'm nothing, and Abigail Stephens is everything I wish I could be. I have no life, and I am nothing but a mudblood who deserves to die but is lucky that Abby doesn't do anything to me." Abby's lips twisted into a cruel smile and she let go of the girl, who reeled backward into a boy who looked to be Abby's age. "Good. Remember that. Because every time I see you, I expect you to recite it." The girl looked at Abby as if she was joking but to proove she wasn't, Abby took the girl's hand and tapped it with her hand, a light green mist swirled the girls hand and then tightened around it before disappearing."Now you'll be compelled to everytime you see me." And with that, Abby walked away toward the Great Hall. She finally reached the Great Hall, because everyone was running away from her now, and was able to make it to the Slytherin table. She sat down next to Ian Kiel, a boy in her year and sent him a slight nod before reaching for a peach. "Blasted mudbloods."

[Ian McCain H6]

Ian reached for a croissant. But, before he even had time to munch on it there was a great commotion in the Great Hall. Ian turned to see some young Gryffindor running through seeming upset. He gave a cruel grin wondering what gave the girl much inner pain. He then began to eat his croissant. Those Gryffindors were always upset over something. They were always so winy and too bold for there own good. Well, if you call being a blood traitor bold. Most of them probably didn't even know one thing about being a pure-blood. Sometimes, Ian could stand muggles. They were just so much easier than mudbloods. Muggle didn't know anything or what the heck they were talking about. Mudbloods, however, often times couldn't shut up about how Slytherins should just be quiet. A bunch of fools is what they were. Ian glanced around the hall again. The same girl was whispering to a bunch of other Gryffindor girls. Twits. Ian thought in his mind. Usually, younger students didn't bother him so much. Especially girls, because when he turned on that boy like charm they could go so far as to call him friendly, but younger boy students were mostly annoying in Ian's mind.

A moment later, Abigail Stephens approached the table. Ian nodded in response to her nod. Pureblood customs. You can love em or hate em. Abby was a Slytherin in Ian's year. Of course, they had classes with each other for years, but Ian didn't know her all that well. Actually, he hadn't recalled a time she had been in the Great Hall. Some Slytherin hated being in a room with mudbloods they usually avoided it all together. However, Ian wasn't one of them. There was something entertaining about seeing older Slytherins beat up Gryffindors in the morning. Well, unless they continued to gripe about it. Then, watching just became annoying. The hall was still filling up with mudbloods and Ian just smirked there way as they passed. Annoying creatures. Ian finished the last of his croissant and then picked up an apple. What can you say, he was hungry.

Ian listened as Abby said something about blasted mubloods after she sat. "Morning Princess. It can't be more than eight o'clock and yet you have managed to have an encounter with some mudblood that has you all chipper?" Ian joked slyly. He grimaced at the thought of Abby beating someone of the correct nature up. "Good job." He said smirking giving her a joking bow. Ian wasn't sure how Abby would take his usual comedy nor did he care. Some Slytherins didn't like it so much, but Ian couldn't help it. Growing up with a crazy widow had to give you some sort of humor. Besides, Slytherins could joke too. There certainly was no law to it. And Ian's humor wasn't regular Hufflepuff humor, no more like sly, hurtful humor that usually cheered him up greatly. Ian took a bite of his apple as he waited for Abby to say something or nothing at all. It was her choice.

[abigail]

"Good morning, minion." Abby replied to his Princess comment, she smirked, "And yes, someone's already sent my skin a crawling." She shuddered for emphasis and started on her peach daintily. After she chewed and swallowed she looked out of the corner of her left eye and saw the little Gryffindor slip out of the Great Hall not looking in the Slytherin table's direction. Abby smirked again and turned back to Ian, "Gryffindolls are fun to play puppet with." Her eyes kept drifting to the door, to make sure that Gryff didn't come back in and try to get away without doing her bit. Finally, she was able to look at Ian completely and when she did - she stopped chewing on her peach and swallowed. The peach was in her right hand and her arm was on the table in front of her, her right elbow propped up by the table. She took the peach away from her lips and tilted her head at him, "Did you just bow?"

Abby smiled, amused, and then bit into her peach once more before setting it on the plate in front of her. In moments it disappeared. She took a sip from her goblet, her eyes never leaving Ian and then grinned rather maliciously, "I like that. The whole bowing thing. Maybe that's what I'll use next on some mudblood. I've already got one reciting a prayer about me, and today one was told to repeat a certain phrase whenever she saw me, maybe I'll make one bow whenever they see me. But none of that theatrical performance crap, the actual bows. Where they get on the floor and bow, I believe it's called a kowtow." She set her goblet down and reached for a biscuit which she covered lightly in strawberry jam. When she sank her teeth into, she saw someone walk up to her in the corner of her eye. Quickly she swallowed and looked up to see the young Gryffindor standing beside her. All the Gryffindors were looking over, and some Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were as well. Most of the Slytherins continued with their business.

She smirked and crossed her arms under her breasts after she set her biscuit down on the table, unlike the peach it didn't disappear. Slowly the girl lowered her head and began, but already Abby was upset; "Louder, I can't hear you." The girl raised her head and grimaced as she began again, "I'm nothing, and Abigail Stephens is everything I wish I could be. I have no life, and I am nothing but a mudblood who deserves to die but is lucky that Abby doesn't do anything to me." Abby smirked and nodded, before turning back to her breakfast. The girl sauntered away and Abby looked at Ian, wondering what his reaction would be. She glanced around the table and saw that most of the Slytherins were immersed in their own conversation. Good. That means she didn't draw too much attention from people who might claim she was juvenile.

[Ian McCain H6]

Ian gave a sly grin as Abby said that someone already had her skin crawling. "You know, I never would have guessed." He said jokingly. Abby didn't really seem like the type of girl that would like her jokes, but Ian didn't care. People that disliked Ian just made him feel important. And of course Ian would go around them purposely just for a little fun. Ian eyed Abby as she said Gryffindors were fun to play with. Actually, she called them Gryffindolls. Ian nodded giving a low laugh. "Come now, they have their uses." He said seriously. "I mean when we graduate who else will we use for help for mansions we will acquire?" Ian wanted to burst out laughing just thinking about it, but he kept to himself. "I mean bossing around house elves is so yesterday. Torturing your own person Gryffindor, that's priceless." Ian pondered what it would be like for a moment. It would be heaven to have one to toy with every now and then. Ian looked at the Gryffindor table. A few of the girls were rather pretty. Ian eyed a sixth year with red hair. But, they were just fun to look at. they were good for nothing besides there looks those Gryffin girls.

Ian eyed Abby again when she asked if he just bowed. "No, I did a curtsy." He said sarcastically. Ian just love those jokes. There was no way around joking for him. Ian had always been a sarcastic joker. Well someone in Slytherin had to be one. And Ian was happy to take that position. Ian gave a demented smile as Abby said she had one Gryffindork reciting a phrase and a prayer about her, but she liked the bowing idea. "Ha. Wow, you've already managed to destroy one Gryffindor girl's freedom before you graduate for Hogwarts? I mean I was saving that for seventh year, but if sixth year is better for you than go ahead." man being sarcastic with a stuck up Slytherin was fun. Ian didn't know too much about Abby and it was probably bad of him to judge, but he didn't care. Ian didn't really care for those stuck up Slytherin girl type. The type of girl that has to look perfect every second of the day and has to have only the best of clothes and things. That's why Ian would usually go more towards the fifth and fourth year girls. True, they were younger, but that was pretty in these days. Besides, most of them could carry their own wait and were spunky. Ian liked that.

Ian laughed as a Gryffindor girl came up to Abby. She started reciting something about how great Abby was. Ian gave a demented laugh. That was pure gold. Ian wasn't at all surprised that Abby would do that. Eyes were on them all over the Great Hall. Well, Slytherins thought of it as business as usually so it didn't bother them. However, Ian was too close to this not to think it was very funny. "Wow, that was demented and cruel." Ian said looking at Abby as the girl went away. Ian turned to her. "And perfect. Now, those other Gryffindork girls will be so afraid they will be easy prey for me. Of course, that will only happen if they get on my nerves pretty good." Ian said calmly picking up a plum. He was in a fruit sort of mood for some strange reason. Ian took a bite and eyed Abby again. Ian looked at the Gryffindor table. "Geez, why do some of those girls have to look so pretty?" He said still looking at the red head. "I mean c'mon I would never date a Gryffindork girl, never in a million years, but why couldn't the pretty ones be in Slytherin or Ravenclaw or something." He said looking back at Abby. "Oh right, all of them are mudbloods. Sorry, my reality is back now." He said calmly waiting for how Abby would react to this. "Ha, is there a spell to make them look like old hags? That would be fun."