Post by KARISSA NATALIA MANCUSO on Apr 24, 2011 19:17:16 GMT -5
Karissa was always at dinner late. She had to be the last to enter the hall. Every single person in Hogwarts had to be accounted for, either not going to dinner that evening or in the hall. Karissa needed all eyes on herself. It had been that way since her third year, and that wasn't about to change. Hell, if she really wanted to, she could be first and greet everybody, but that was no fun. She didn't like talking to everybody. She liked having everybody talking to her, having everybody's eyes on her and her alone. One of the ways that she achieved this was altering her uniform in some way. She never actually wore the uniform given to her. She would wear some normal clothes with a Slytherin symbol sewn on. Everybody did it, except that they did it on the weekends when they didn't have classes. There was rarely anybody who dared to not wear the Hogwarts uniform, and if somebody did, nobody thought to wear their house symbol.
Karissa fixed her hair in the mirror before she left her dorm, making her way through the empty common room and out into the empty dungeon corridor. With her particular choice in clothing today, Karissa would likely be earning some kind of punishment after dinner, but it was what it was. Karissa knew what most guys wanted to see of her, and what most girls thought of her. And quite frankly, Karissa couldn't give two shits what either of the two thought. They could think that she was a slut. They could think she was pretty. They could think that she was starving for attention. They could think whatever the hell they thought. After all, she was what they said she was; if she wasn't, then why would they say it? Besides, Karissa knew she was half of the things people thought. She was manipulative, cold, cunning, slutty, beautiful, and anything else.
She didn't care.
As far as she knew, she was allowed to be anything she wanted. After all, that is what her parents said, wasn't it? Besides, her parents weren't exactly perfect either. Her father turned her mother from perfect little angel to what she was now, and Karissa was taking after her mother. There wasn't much difference between Karissa and her mother. Besides the whore thing, but it was what it was.
Karissa patted the wrinkles out of her shirt before she opened the doors to the Great Hall. And when she did open the doors, all conversation seemed to change. People whispered instead of trying to speak over each other. From the Gryffindor table, she got dirty looks. From the Hufflepuff table, she got disapproving looks. From the Ravenclaw table, she got desperate and needy looks. From her own table, however, she got whistles and cat-calls and "hey"s. Karissa waved to each table, trying desperately to piss off the Gryffindor table by even blowing kisses to them. She finally sat down next to someone who had waved her over to her own table, smoothing out her jean skirt as she did so. "Hey!" she said, and pulled a plate toward her, scooping out some butter noodles onto her plate. Karissa didn't eat much at dinner. She made trips down to the kitchens so that she didn't need to eat much in front of the other students. After she did so, she looked over at the person she had sat next to. "Do I know you?" she asked. The face looked familiar, but when you were as popular as Karissa, people were always talking to you without you having a clue who they were. Karissa poured some water into a cup and took a sip, all while waiting for an answer from the person.
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