Just a little nap... ((Camille))

[ames]

A thoughtful expression crossed the brunette's face as Amelia stared at the calm surface of the lake. The fifth year had been, almost, in a trance as she walked from her studies in the common room and down to the lakeside for some "R and R." Her wavy brown hair thrashed about her face as a sudden gust of wind hit her. Amelia's robes wiped around her body and the sun's shining rays beat down on her neck as she stared. A sigh escaped her pink lips. It was too much. Finals were near and all Amelia had time for was classes and studying. She stood there, her black robes hanging loose in the absence of the gusts of wind. Her Gryffindor tie was, as usual, tied neatly, but her shirt was a bit crooked. Her hair was a bit frizzy from the wind and was in desperate need for a good brushing. That was Amelia, neat and slightly messy at the same time.

She took a nice deep breath, a smile crossing her lips, and sat down on the grass. This was all she needed. A break... Stretching her legs out in front of her, her gray pleated skirt riding up a bit and letting the grass tickled her thighs, she leaned back, on her elbows and let her head fall backward. Her eyes were closed and she soaked up every ray of sun she could. Complete relaxation overcame her there and Amelia found herself growing slightly tired. It was warm, quiet, calm, and she had nowhere she needed to be. It was Friday night for goodness' sake. Why was she studying so hard? Who was she? Hermione Granger? Not a chance...

Amelia yawned, laying down completely and letting the sun warm every bit of her. Crossing her ankles for comfort-sake and folding her arms behind her head, the exhausted Gryffindor found herself slowly falling asleep. The sun was so warm and everything was so nice and quiet... She was soon falling into the deep recesses of her dreams and she did not make any attempt to pull herself out.

[lissa]

When I was little, I used to think that if I hoped with all my might, my mom would come home just for once. One night was all I would need. And sometimes I just sat there like a little sad puppy on my window sill waiting for her. Van would come up to me and say it was time for bed and I'd see her soon, but I would just shake my head. "No.." I'd say. "If mommy comes home, she would want me to be here waiting." And I'd cross my arms signaling that I wouldn't move no matter what Van would say. He just nodded and left the room. Back then, I didn't even notice when he would grumble lowly, "It's best to let her dream." Maybe now, I wouldn't be the person I am if she would have just come and tuck me in at night..

Camille sat by on her window sill in her dormitory. Her quill had stopped writing now and she just sat with her hand twirling her hair like normal. She didn't really know what this writing was for, but over the years, she had wrote several little biographies of her past. Maybe one day she combine them to make a book. Camille didn't know what they were for, but she liked writing them. With each little story, she could let go of a part of her past. Sometimes a part that she had been holding on to for far too long. Theses stories helped her even if Camille didn't realize it herself. She reread her work a few times checking for grammar error. It seemed good for her. So, Camille picked the parchment up and put it in a little cedar box in her trunk. That's where she kept all her stories. There were years work of stories about Camille hidden under a few inches of cedar. And the world would most likely never read it.

Camille was better now. The attack seemed long gone and yet she still held on to it in her mind. She and Lavender were both hurt pretty badly each with major injuries. It took a few weeks for Camille to feel a bit normal, but she got better over time. Her pains from the injuries were basically gone but sometimes Camille could feel a wince of pain from her shoulder, but she heard that was common in injuries like the ones she was faced with. Camille had never been more scared in her life than lose moments in the lake. She was just falling from the world and she couldn't stop it. Camille couldn't save herself or Lavender and that was the worse thing she had ever experienced. That feeling hurt Camille even more than the pain. That was the scariest day of Camille's life and yet she knew there would be more. She wanted to become an auror, Camille knew she would see the most gruesome things as she grew older .She would have to deal with it with a straight face.

After awhile of sitting, Camille decided her dorm was really beginning to bother her. Her last class of the day had been a break, so Camille had already changed into her satin pajama that she wore around the tower. She got up and quickly changes into her robes, just because it was the closest thing to her. Camille pulled on her jumper, button down shirt, gray sweater, high socks, and her Gryffindor robes. She took out her wand and muttered a few spells to fix her hair. Camille opted for it to be wavy instead of her usual straight as a board hair. Camille then pulled her shoes on and put her wand in her pocket. She also made it a point to put on her favorite piece of jewelry. Which was her Slytherin incrested bracelet she had received at birth, but wasn;'t supposed to wear since she was in Gryffindor. But, Camille did anyways. After putting it on, Camille left her dorm. It only took Camille a few minutes to realize she didn't know where she was going. So after considering it for just a moment, Camille headed towards the grounds.

Outside, seemed calm and serene enough. Well, for the most part. Of course, the obnoxious type was always nearby. Camille walked down the steps calmly. Now of course, she really didn't know where she was going or what she would be doing, but she wasn't too picky. Actually, that was a lie, but whatever. Suddenly, Camille bumped into a student on accident. "What it mudblood." The kid said instantly. It was a boy most defiantly in Slytherin by his actions and robes. "Watch who you are calling a mudblood. Just because I'm in Gryffindor doesn't mean a thing." The kid didn't look too taken aback but Camille continued. "Maybe I just chose a different path than you. Maybe I dug deep inside myself and decided that I didn't want to be a rude, Slytherin jerk that cares about no one but herself. Maybe I'm just content to doing the right things and helping the world rather than becoming a follower of a person that wants to kill the nicest people I have ever met!" Camille was in a full yell now. Her thoughts had gotten he best of hr. Camille had kept stuff like that inside of her for too long. She couldn't help but let it all out. "Maybe I chose all this and I don't care what anyone says." The kid just gave her an odd look. He seemed a bit frightened, but just walked away. Camille was angry now. Her nerves had gotten the better of her. She looked around. A lot of people were staring at her. Camille wasn't too far from one girl who had been sleeping moments before, but Camille doubted if that was still the same. However, she just sat in the grass feeling tired and completely stupid.

[ames]

No dreams played through the sleeping girl's mind as she lay beside the lake in the warm sunlight. She was so relaxed that her mind just rested, not dreaming really. She could still hear the sounds of other students milling about in the sun light. No one seemed to mind her, which was a relief. They just stepped around the sleeping girl, not paying any attention or judging too harshly. After all, it was only a small nap. A grumpy looking Slytherin boy trumped past her ear, sounding as if he was just looking for someone to insult. Amelia opened on eye, looking up at the boy who stormed passed. He scowled down at her for a quick moment, but seemed uninterested in Amelia's sleeping form. He muttered to himself as he passed and Amelia settled down again, loosing herself in sleep again.

But that was short-lived, however, as the boy did find trouble. Somehow, purposely no doubt, ran into someone, Amelia, her eyes closed, didn't see who right away. The boy insulted her with a "mudblood" comment and sounded as if to stalk away again, but the girl he so purposely sought out decided that wasn't going to work. She began to lecture him, not too quietly either. As the girl's voice soon changed into a shout, Amelia looked up. She had suspected it was Camille's voice. The girl was obviously angry and probably not with the Slytherin boy. She was screaming at him, looking so angry that it couldn't possibly be just the boy. Amelia suspected maybe she was just letting off some steam, but she couldn't be sure.

Other students who were curious enough to come around and see who was shouting, seemed a bit surprised. They stared, shocked, as Camille let out her anger on the boy. It wasn't very long, however, and Camille soon found herself lost in embarrassment. The Slytherin boy, frightened and yet curious as well, walked away after giving her a look that said "What the?" Camille seemed a bit ashamed or maybe it was just tiredness from all the shouting. She had just sent her emotions on a roller coaster, no wonder she was tired. Amelia sat up as Camille sat down near her, the rest of the students still staring.

Amelia glared. She stood, her hands instantly going to her hips. Her face was stern and her eyes hard as she regarded her fellow classmates. She glared at them and a few retreated. "What?" Amelia asked the remaining students, "Do you have a problem? Just take a picture, it'll last longer." She glared a bit harder, using the "evil eye" as her mother used to use on her. She would brag to people that she had inherited this lovely glare. It did work rather well. The students finally cleared off and Amelia shook her head after them.

"Dumb idiots," She mumbled to herself as she sat down beside Camille, "just standing there... staring like some pack of stupid owls." She shook her head again and regarded her House mate. Camille was a year older, but Amelia knew her from classes. She watched the girl for a moment, pondering the right words.

"So, uh... how's it going?" She finally asked after a few moments. Her voice was soft and comforting.

[lissa]

Camille picked off a piece of grass and began twirling it in her hand. She felt like a two year old, but for the moment that didn't bother her one bit. Camille looked up as someone shooed the crowds away. She gave a soft smile at Amelia. Amelia was a year younger than Camille, but also a Gryffindor. Camille was glad that the younger girl had scared them off. She felt stupid enough. It was good to let out her anger, but doing it on a Slytherin wasn't the solution to that. It didn't help the situation for her to yell at him. But, she had anyways. Camille knew he probably deserved it, but she still felt a bit of remorse. She had just let out feelings she had fept deep inside since first year. Back then, Camille changed from that innocent girl that would wait for her mommy at night. When she came to Hogwarts, her friends had already been sorted into Slytherin. They sat at the table cheering and waiting for Camille to join them. However, when she went to sit at her table, it wasn't Slytherin. Basically, the had asked if she really wanted to be in Slytherin. He didn't think so and Camille knew it true. After that night, Camille's friends only talked to her once out of anger and then just avoided her at all. When they saw her, it was just for cruelty. Camille felt like that torn and mentally tattered little girl again. And she hated that.

"Thanks Amelia." She said as they crowds left and Amelia sat next to her. Camille sighed thinking back to just a few moments before and how humiliating it was. Camille glanced at Amelia as she spoke. They had classes together for years, but Camille didn't know her very good. However, Amelia seemed like a nice person and Camille had only heard good things about her in the common room. Amelia asked Camille how it was going. Camille shook her head as she glanced to the lake. She wished she knew how to swim, then she could sink to the bottom and hide. Then, Camille could become a mermaid or something. She knew this was childish and impossible. But, the idea seemed good for the moment. "Oh, lovely." She said with a hint of sarcasm. However, it didn't sound like she was upset with Amelia because Camille wasn't. She had saved her a bit of embarrassment. Camille hated how it felt. She silently vowed to herself at that moment to only get embarrassed again if it was something she could laugh at in old age.

Camille glanced at Amelia and then back at the ground. "Man, I feel stupid." She said referring to the incident. "Just they, just.." Camille stopped for a moment. "Those blasted Slytherins just get on my nerves sometimes and I can't help, but yell at then." She stopped speaking for a moment. "And I know I'm probably just as bad as they by doing it, but I couldn't help it." Camille didn't even know why she was saying these things, but she was. She hung her head low staring at the grass. Camille hated everything about the past month. Nothing had happened that Camille would ever want to just flat out tell someone about. Camille finally picked up her head and glanced at that misty lake again. "I was supposed to have his life, ya know." Camille announced calmly. "I was supposed to be like them and have it all, but I guess I'm meant for something else." She said. Camille then glanced at Amelia and wondered hows he would respond. "So, yea I'm doing just fine." She joked at herself. Camille sat their quietly.