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Angie · 05-27-2009, 10:42 PM

Willow was not particularly sure what it was exactly, but there was something about the way Kaika was smiling ... it bothered her. She didn't like it. Not one bit. Perhaps it was the fact that a Hufflepuff female was being nice to her - which was something the sixth year was not accustomed to, for they were all mentally unstable and needed to be locked up in St. Mungo's, in her opinion- or perhaps it was just her being paranoid, but it still.

However, she was one going to say anything about it. Not yet, anyway, which is why when Kaika addressed to her again, Willow forced her lips to work on a perfectly amicable smile. "I'm glad I did, too." And why wouldn't she? She'd spend two entire weeks in Italy with one of her best friends, gotten eight OWLs which had pleased her father, spent some time in Diagon Alley with her friends, and even got a faint tan.

Indeed, her summer had been almost perfect. Except that there had not been any kind of letters or communication or anything. Her eyes flickered to Dominic Denton for a split of second before she could stop herself, and then commanded them to turn back to the Hufflepuff Captain. "Dragons again?" Did this girl spend all her summers hanging out with such dangerous creatures? How . . . weird. "That's nice," offered the girl, the same friendly smile on her lips. Really, it was not nice at all, but whatever.

Taking her eyes off from the girl at the sound of someone entering, Willow found herself looking at Rachel as the girl entered the prefects bathroom, too. Her dark eyebrows pulled together at this. What was going on? Was there some kind of party going on? A party for Moaning Myrtle, just like last term? It was the only explanation she could come with, for it was ridiculous to see that everyone was there. Yet, as ridiculous as it sounded, it was true.

Most importantly, though, if there was a party going, how could they have not invited her? And to think some people had the nerve to call her a Haughty Ravenclaw Snob. Granted, the haughty part was not entirely a lie and she did was slightly snobby once in a while, but they should all look at themselves and realize that they were no saints either before judging her.

She did had to admit that Rachel seemed genuinely shocked to see everyone, though. Maybe they had snobbed her, too? Ridiculous people.

But there was no need for her to show them that this annoyed her. Nope, not at all. And like the actress she could be sometimes -she WAS her father's daughter, after all, and that man never let any kind of emotion to betray his expression- Willow kept the annoyance out of her face and voice. "Hi, Rachel," she said casually, a little, albeit real, smile on her lips now.

Rachel was always happy, and that was a quality that Willow had always sort of envied of her - nevertheless, she was a nice girl, and Willow liked her, she supposed. Though she did wonder occasionally if the prefect applied cheering charms on her every morning as soon as she woke up. "How have you been? I haven't seen you since that day at Florean's."

05-27-2009, 10:42 PM	#32 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Willow was not particularly sure what it was exactly, but there was something about the way Kaika was smiling ... it bothered her. She didn't like it. Not one bit. Perhaps it was the fact that a Hufflepuff female was being nice to her - which was something the sixth year was not accustomed to, for they were all mentally unstable and needed to be locked up in St. Mungo's, in her opinion- or perhaps it was just her being paranoid, but it still. However, she was one going to say anything about it. Not yet, anyway, which is why when Kaika addressed to her again, Willow forced her lips to work on a perfectly amicable smile. "I'm glad I did, too." And why wouldn't she? She'd spend two entire weeks in Italy with one of her best friends, gotten eight OWLs which had pleased her father, spent some time in Diagon Alley with her friends, and even got a faint tan. Indeed, her summer had been almost perfect. Except that there had not been any kind of letters or communication or anything. Her eyes flickered to Dominic Denton for a split of second before she could stop herself, and then commanded them to turn back to the Hufflepuff Captain. "Dragons again?" Did this girl spend all her summers hanging out with such dangerous creatures? How . . . weird. "That's nice," offered the girl, the same friendly smile on her lips. Really, it was not nice at all, but whatever. Taking her eyes off from the girl at the sound of someone entering, Willow found herself looking at Rachel as the girl entered the prefects bathroom, too. Her dark eyebrows pulled together at this. What was going on? Was there some kind of party going on? A party for Moaning Myrtle, just like last term? It was the only explanation she could come with, for it was ridiculous to see that everyone was there. Yet, as ridiculous as it sounded, it was true. Most importantly, though, if there was a party going, how could they have not invited her? And to think some people had the nerve to call her a Haughty Ravenclaw Snob. Granted, the haughty part was not entirely a lie and she did was slightly snobby once in a while, but they should all look at themselves and realize that they were no saints either before judging her. She did had to admit that Rachel seemed genuinely shocked to see everyone, though. Maybe they had snobbed her, too? Ridiculous people. But there was no need for her to show them that this annoyed her. Nope, not at all. And like the actress she could be sometimes -she WAS her father's daughter, after all, and that man never let any kind of emotion to betray his expression- Willow kept the annoyance out of her face and voice. "Hi, Rachel," she said casually, a little, albeit real, smile on her lips now. Rachel was always happy, and that was a quality that Willow had always sort of envied of her - nevertheless, she was a nice girl, and Willow liked her, she supposed. Though she did wonder occasionally if the prefect applied cheering charms on her every morning as soon as she woke up. "How have you been? I haven't seen you since that day at Florean's." __________________