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Post by Audrey Paxton on Dec 30, 2008 20:06:33 GMT -5
The cherubs surrounded her, and Audrey Paxton felt like she was about to suffocate on sugary sweetness that was the atmosphere of Madame Puddifoots. Audrey tried to avoid this tacky establishment as much as possible. Only entering during emergencies, this was definitely one of those cases. The biting cold outside had almost deterred Audrey from even going to Hogsmeade. After doing a small amount of shopping, she had decided to seek warmth in the forms of being inside and a warm beverage. And as Audrey doesn't particularly like butterbeer, Madame Puddifoots it was.
The one nice thing about this shop was that it rarely was packed. It's a good thing too, since the tiny shop could barely handle an extreme amount of people. Even with it nearly empty, Audrey still bumped into another table while taking off the cashmere green and silver scarf around her neck. Before sitting down she also took off the matching black coat to reveal her school clothes, but with the addition of black leather boots and green hose, adding a bit more warmth and style to her attire. Setting the jacket, gloves and scarf in the chair adjacent to her seat, she sat down. Crossing her legs, she waiting patiently for someone to come over and take her order
The pudgy barmaid hobbled over and jovially asked for Audrey's order. After Audrey asked for a spiced Chai tea, the woman hobbled back to the tea bar. This was a place that Audrey had only been a few times, and never by her own choice before this. Apparently a few boys thought that she'd like this environment for a date. After that she refused to go out with them for a second time. If anyone thought that she had enough of a tacky taste to enjoy this establishment they weren't worth her time. Muttering under her breath. "People..." in a scornful tone, Audrey shook her head and closed her eyes. Taking a deep inhale, the aroma of the teas around her soothed her a bit. As quite the uptight young heiress, being soothed was something the girl of sixteen needed dearly.
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Dec 30, 2008 21:08:22 GMT -5
Madam Puddifoot's apparently held a certain type of charm for girls. It was soft, warm, disgustingly romantic, and pink. And that was why obnoxious third year girls flocked to the cramped store, begging their boyfriends to buy them a butter beer.
The odoriferous smell was nauseating. The high pitched squeals and pre - puberty voices were obnoxious and loud. They produced an ear splitting headache for Kamilla, one that put her in a foul mood. Every step brought a dull pang that made the pain ring. Exasperated, she roughly pushed aside a running boy - causing his butter beer to spill.
Butter beer. The drink of adolescents. Kamilla rolled her eyes when she saw the boy's large green eyes quiver with stifled tears. It was just a stupid drink. Milla had graduated from it long, long ago - when she had been introduced to tasteful fizziness of fire whiskey.
Even the name brought a satisfactory hiss. The drink was soothing, calming, and relaxing. So, when Kamilla saw the gleam of a silver and green scarf, she elegantly rushed over to that table and sat down. She slowly descended into the seat, raising her hand above her head. "One fire whiskey, please, lovely!" She called out pleasantly, holding her purse as a silent bribe.
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Post by Audrey Paxton on Jan 2, 2009 11:14:03 GMT -5
Just as Audrey closed her eyes and let the smell of the teas waft into her nostrils, a commotion started in the cafe. Not even bothering to open her eyes, she could only assume that it meant someone else was in the restaurant. It didn't even really bother Audrey, 'as long as they leave me...al-'. Her thoughts were cut short by the sounds of the person sitting down at what Audrey correctly inferred to be as her table. Taking a sharp inhale, she prepared to bite whoever's head it was off. That is, she was prepared until she opened her eyes and saw that it was Kamilla Lestrange sitting down across from her.
Sitting up straight as Kamilla waved her purse at the barmaid, demanding a firewhisky, Audrey organized herself to be at least slightly more presentable. Kamilla was not someone who was particularly fond of Audrey, as were many in the Slytherin house. Being a muggle-born in the house notorious for purebloods was really quite a frustration for Audrey. But Audrey really attempted to hold her tongue in her dealings with her housemates. Striking out at them, even verbally, would tend to make life very difficult for Audrey. Well, even more difficult than it was currently.
After Kamilla stopped barraging the barmaid, and settled into her seat, Audrey cordially smiled at her. Folding her hands into her lap, Audrey asked, "And to what do I owe this pleasure?" Most would come off sarcastic or biting when saying such a phrase, ut Audrey uses it as a true greeting, with no trace of venom in her words.
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Post by Kamilla Lestrange on Jan 12, 2009 18:15:18 GMT -5
Kamilla ignored Audrey's question until she seated herself comfortably. After setting her elegant purse on the wobbling table and crossing her slim legs, she angled her body so she was facing the counter instead of the muggle born Slytherin in front of her. Kamilla had never truly understood how Audrey Paxton had achieved Slytherin house hood. Slytherins were not only ambitious, intelligent, and cunning witches and wizards. They were pure bloods. They were pure of tainted blood. And Audrey Paxton was based on filthy blood. It was the eternal paradox.
"Oh, Audrey,"
[/b]SO Milla began, letting Audrey's name slip into the air as a disgusted sneer. "Don't be so flattered. It was a simple accident. When a girl needs fire whiskey, she sits with people who wouldn't otherwise be noticeable." Kamilla said gently, her words a burning hiss that contrasted sharply with her cruel tone. It was obvious from her steel edged words that Kamilla Lestrange did not like Audrey Paxton. No matter how much Audrey resembled her. Milla didn't give a damn if the Paxton's Gringotts vault rivaled most pure blood families. She didn't care if the pounds Mr. Paxton made were converted into galleons to clothe his rather stunning daughter. She didn't care if this girl had hurt Hadyn Bryant, an enemy of Milla's. She simply didn't care. Because the Paxtons were mudbloods. And that was an unforgivable sin. [/blockquote][/size]
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