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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Nov 26, 2008 22:32:42 GMT -5
Kamilla's face feigned interest in the morning gossip but it was obvious that she was tired, miserable, and bored. Her delicate hand limply clutched a fork that was pathetically carving a canyon out of her eggs. Her toast had cooled rendering it unappetizing and an idiotic girl had confused Kamilla's firewhiskey order and conjured up sickeningly sweet butterbeer.
It was a chilly morning. November had never been greeted warmly by the frozen, stone walls of Hogwarts. The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall only produced an unwanted shiver in Kamilla's spine. Slowly, she eased out of the conversation preferring to focus on her "fascinating" eggs then force herself into gossiping torture.
"No, I swear, he kissed her!"
"I don't believe you!"
"Yeah, he would never do that to her!"
"But she might do it to him!"
"Well, that's true."
"She's such a whore!"
"Who isn't here?"
"Hmm . . . let's see . . ."
"That fat Hufflepuff girl?"
"Oh, how exciting."
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Post by Ana White on Nov 26, 2008 22:53:19 GMT -5
Ana had to force herself not to plop down in the first empty seat she saw - she had to remember to keep the highbrow grace that her ruse required. Instead, she sashayed as sophisticated as she could to the third empty seat she saw, next to a Slytherin she vaguely recognized. It wasn't until she was staring dejectedly at the food -hoping for some maple syrup slathered pancakes, Texan sausage, and buttered biscuits to appear- that she realized the girl was one of the major students of interests.
Well, karma for the win.
Someone up there was on her side. She grabbed one of the biscuits, making do with putting her own ample amount of butter on it, waiting for the oppurtunity she hoped would arise with Lestrange. It wouldn't do to seem desperate. This girl didn't seem the type to be impressed by excessive flattery. In fact, Ana almost found herself impressed by that. And maybe, a little bit of respect. Now that her Auror self was paying attention, she heard the gossip that the other girl had to hear just as clearly. If it were the redhead, she would have already silenced the airheads with a nice curse, so the fact that her tablemate was not gained her a few points in the Auror's book.
She sank her teeth into her substitute, imagining the food she missed. During her years in England, she'd compensated by cooking for herself, but now that the elves were doing it...she missed her food. Actually, she was sure James did too. The poor boy had to be starving. If she got the chance Ana knew she would have to send him some basic recipes or he'd be living off cereal and apples.
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Nov 26, 2008 23:08:02 GMT -5
The roasting smell of sausages almost made Kamilla regurgitate the smooth, viscous beer she was reluctantly sipping. Kamilla wasn't the type of Slytherin to be picky; she had ridiculously high standards but when it came to food, she ate almost anything she was given. When she had been younger, she hadn't been able to be choosy. Her mother was quick to silence the whines and complaining, even to house elves, was rude, immature, and frowned upon by the rigid Marcella.
But sausages?
Sausages were disgusting.
Kamilla's darting green eyes danced towards the gilded plate of her unknown neighbor. "Oh thank goodness, no pumpkin juice."
[/i] She thought with relief. Chunky, vomit resembling juice coupled with a chunk of meat that resembled a pig''s penis? That wasn't appetizing at all. "I'd tell you that all that butter is horrible for your figure but frankly, I don't give a damn." Kamilla articulated dryly. The girl could be considered stoic and that was probably due to her sarcastic sense of humor. Chuckles were rarely emitted from Kamilla Lestrange and when they were, they were usually condescending and degrading. "Banana chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream." She ordered to the long, wooden table. Not only was she going to satisfy her aching stomach, she would also be confirming the previous comment she had made. Besides, it was always so amusing to see the other girls gape and gawk at her food choices. Kamilla was insecure but she wasn't determined enough to starve herself. Besides, that would be horrible publicity anyways. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Ana White on Nov 26, 2008 23:29:30 GMT -5
Ah, it speaks. Ana smirked inwardly into her bite, setting down the rest of the flaky biscuit. Just what she was waiting for.
"I see we have the same priorities." The redhead lifted an eyebrow, glancing toward the pancakes. Yet more points in the Slytherin's direction.
Ana really was not looking forward to actually having to do more school. On the upside, she already knew everything, but on the downside, it would be boring as hell. She'd always been more of a mover and a shaker, and sitting there, at a desk was not her idea of fun. Libraries were one of the circles of Hell, and exams were the punishment cast upon man by God. Really. She'd aced any classes involving physique, such as Charms, or Care of Magical Creatures. However, anything else she struggled in.
At least now she'd know what damn ingredients to put in the right potion. Of course, she secretly loved Potions, it was like a puzzle. But to have to do it all over again was excruciating.
Vive England.
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Nov 27, 2008 2:51:24 GMT -5
"I see we have the same priorities." The delicate girl slyly stated, eyebrows arching in an exquisitely arrogant way. Something about this girl made Kamilla smirk. It was as if everything she did and said had a secret meaning that Kamilla was supposed to decipher. She had never seen this girl either and Milla was sure that a fair, redhead like this Slytherin would've been noticed several years ago.
"I'm sorry, love. What's your name?" Kamilla asked bluntly, almost on the verge of being rude. She lazily leaned forward and arched her own eyebrows kindly, inviting the girl to answer her question.
OOC|| Yo, all of our posts are short today. xD
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Post by Ana White on Nov 29, 2008 11:11:45 GMT -5
Ana took another bite, chewed carefully, and swallowed before deciding to answer. "Ana White. I just transferred from America." The Auror let her natural Texas twang slip into her accent more than usual; it sounded better with the image she was weaving around herself.
She let her eyes sweep over the whole of the Great Hall, taking note of every House table, and the professors' High Table. There were only two doors leading from the room - the ridiculously large double pair at the back, and a small one to the right of the professors. Seven huge windows, and that was it. Even though it would probably not be needed in this room, her trained instincts still urged her to find all possible escape routes. Finally, her eyes alighted back on Lestrange.
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Nov 29, 2008 19:45:02 GMT -5
[/b][/color] Sharp green eyes watched the girl's throat, lips, and eyes. Her hands were steady and not even the slightest tremor was noticed. "Ana's" voice had no strain and it was obvious that the girl was foreigner; her vowels were harsh, elongated, and obnoxiously nasal - ly. "Another one from America?!" Kamilla thought as she forced her eyes to spark a smile. "Oh, how nice." Milla dismissed the girl silently by slowly turning her back away; perhaps the gossip would appeal to her now. But before Kamilla's slender back could answer Miss White, the impudent girl asked another question to further continue the conversation. "And you are?""Kamilla." A hand composed of slender, crooked fingers was extended to the American Southerner; this polite girl might actually be a bit more entertaining that the latest comparison of whores and clinically obese Hufflepuffs. "Lestrange. Kamilla Noelle Lestrange." She continued pausing between each fraction of her name as if the girl was incoherent. Milla was sure that her last name would impress the new girl; if the Sorting Hat had been wise enough to place in her the noble house of Slytherin, she was obviously from an obscure American pure blood family and raised with high standards. [/ul][/size] |
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Post by Ana White on Dec 10, 2008 15:32:15 GMT -5
The redhead had to actually think about not snorting out loud. The Lestrange girl obviously thought quite highly of herself. Royalty, even. The urge to snort rudely was even stronger, but she composed herself with the thin smile that seemed to be inherently known by the entirety of the Slytherin population she'd encountered so far - overgrown snooty children.
She eyed the girl in what could be passed off appraisingly, but internally she was appraising in her in an entirely different manner. Ana was trying to figure out what this Kamilla's potential power was. So far, Lestrange struck her as the type to give off airs of confidence, but the eggshell was definitely cracked on the inside.
This teenager clearly hadn't been hugged enough as a child.
Deliberately, she shook the British girl's hand, looking her directly in the eye. Lestrange expected subordinance. As much as Ana valued her mission, she'd only be submissive to the Devil himself, horns and all.
It was a very American sort of viewpoint - and she knew it. At least she had an excuse to be so brash and straightforward. Hell, maybe it was the Texan in her. But she simply couldn't not look her in the eye. Ana removed her hand, eyes moving away from Kamilla's and up at the blue sky ceiling.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Lestrange."
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Jan 3, 2009 4:52:43 GMT -5
The handshake that Kamilla received was firm and reassured. There was nothing halting or cautious about Ana's nature. She was obviously a brash, bold character. She reminded Kamilla of one of the obnoxious Gryffindor youngsters that just happened to be walking by their table, jeering at the pure blooded elite. There was something about her that simply roared lioness !. But Kamilla decided that if the Sorting Hat was intelligent enough to grant this girl Slytherin membership, he must have surely seen something in her.
"It's nice to meet you too, Ana. Really, I'm not a professor. Kamilla, Milla. Either will do." Kamilla said confidently, adorning her face with a charming smile. It was ironic that Ana, Miss White, could be so fiery and outgoing while being polite, introverted, cold, and reserved all at once. Perhaps, she resembled a snake - laying still, close to the ground, waiting to bite at an exposed Achilles's heel.
"So, America you say?" Kamilla began absent mindedly, hoping to make some decent morning conversation. She casually dismissed the girl's "exotic" origins but allowed Ana White to elaborate. Explain the origins of her accent, her unwavering eye contact. By now, Kamila simply sat next to Ana, her side towards' Ana's side. She was seated up right, her arm gracefully draped over the aged, wooden table. A fork was held in her hand, a knife in the other. And several girls watched the ever so tiny Kamilla Lestrange begin her consumption.
The stack of pancakes in front of her was large.
Kamilla had never before had such a voracious appetite but life had suddenly become overwhelmingly stressful. Smoking was disgusting and drinking was simply embarrassing. And so, she resorted to eating. There was always food and willing house elves to play chef, she didn't understand why so many of her house mates were appalled. Perhaps it was jealousy, Kamilla hoped. Milla had a tiny figure, she was lithe and delicate - despite the calories she was beginning to digest.
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Post by Ana White on Jan 9, 2009 15:58:51 GMT -5
She tries so hard, was the first thing Ana thought. Maybe it was because she made her living out of reading people and lying through her teeth, but the Texan could certainly tell when someone was putting on a performance, a show. Not that it was bad. It was a good play, convincing to all but that tech who happened to be in the audience and saw the wire attached to Peter Pan when no one else could.
The eating habits of the other girl didn't surprise her in the least - Ana wasn't exactly a bird. She'd been raised outside and burning calories constantly, so eating whatever she wished had never been a problem. Of course, she thought she might have to work on that now, seeing as Hogwarts didn't have the gym provided at Headquarters. Flying and jogging would suffice for the moment, but cutting back might be wise. She did realize, however, that Kamilla did not strike her as an outdoorsy type of girl. Which only meant one thing in the world of women - stress reliever.
"Texas, actually." She'd begun hearing her own accent again, ever since she'd let it go wild and natural since arriving at the school. The usual English drawl that invaded her speech was gone, replaced by her childhood twang. It sounded harsh, with the vowels elongated next to these highbrow Britons, but if anything, that kept her focused. Using an accent would only make it harder to stay in character. Somehow, her voice made it easier to differentiate.
"Have you been here your whole life?" Ana eyed the dreary window, playing the part of newcomer. She'd been much disheartened by English weather four years ago, and she still remembered which phrases to use to get that across.
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