In this chapter, you will learn a little bit more about Camilla. Not very much, just a little background as to why she is stuck in Hogwarts. Also, she meets a few people. I'm sorry if this chapter isn't particularly appealing, but I felt that it needed to be written. For it introduces some quirks and how certain friendships may play out. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

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"So you're the transfer from Salem all the Slytherin's are talking about. I see nothing special." Pansy Parkinson, a fellow Slytherin, stared at me with her upturned face through the mirror she was currently occupying. She brushed her short, black hair in gentle strokes.

"I don't know, Pansy." Daphne Greengrass was observing me while walking in circles. She had her hand resting on her chin, concentrating. "She's kind of pretty. Really short though." Daphne had lifted my robes from the bottom to give evidence. I quickly yanked them down, embarrassed.

Daphne snickered and then proceeded to sit cross-legged on her bed. She flicked her blonde hair impatiently over her shoulder. She sighed loud enough for everyone to hear, "I really wish 9 o' clock would just get here already. It's positively dreadful having to wait."

"Well you know you could always start getting ready!" Pansy spat, showing off her short fused temper.

Daphne stuck her tongue out at her back. Pansy, glaring from the mirror, murmured, "I saw that." Daphne giggled before jumping off her bed and digging around in her trunk. "I have no idea what to wear. Last year I wore that really cute black dress, but I felt extremely overdressed. Remember, Pansy? I guess just jeans and a cute top will do." Daphne stood and turned on me. "What are you going to wear?"

"I hadn't really planned on there being a party. I think the most I have are sweaters and big jackets." I shrugged my shoulders. "I probably won't end up going anyway."

"No! You have to go. It's the Annual Slytherin Party. Everyone goes. Now let me have a look in your trunk." Without permission, Daphne opened my trunk and began searching through all of the clothes I had packed for the year. She made several noises that sounded disapproving. "Do you have anything green?"

"No."

"Hm…AHA! This will be perfect. Here, put it on." She shoved a pair of jeans and a top that had been white before she enchanted it to green into my arms.

I stripped my robes off my body and quickly pulled on the pair of jeans. They were frayed where small holes had been placed, slowly growing with each use. I then began to slip on the green top before noticing, "Daphne… this is a vest."

"Huh? Oh, put it on anyway, it'll cover you up." She smiled before adding, "Enough." And she was right. The vest had barely covered enough of my body to even be called a "shirt." I stood in the body length mirror going over the outfit.

There were four things I desperately needed. Jewelry, shoes, to fix my hair, and to re-do my make-up. Grabbing my make-up back and hair products, I rushed to the bathroom down the hall. As I opened the door, I called behind me to ensure Daphne and Pansy of my whereabouts, "I'll be in the bathroom if you need me." Daphne waved her hand showing that she heard me.

"Hey new girl!" A voice called before I could fully escape. I peeped my head back in to see Pansy now standing and staring in my direction with an intense glare. "There's one rule, and one rule only, that you need to abide by while you stay at this school. If you follow it then you won't be bothered, but if you don't, I can promise you that many hard times will be coming your way."

"Alright, well, what is it?"

"Draco Malfoy. Don't touch him, don't look at him, don't even think about him. He's mine and I don't plan on sharing. Got it?"

I snickered before leaving and replied, "Yeah sure, whatever, off limits, gotcha."

I sighed once outside of the constant chatter of the two roommates: or mainly Daphne. Being alone was one of the many things I envied right now. My feet made little sound as it hit the cold floor of the long hall. The only noises to be heard were girls fretting over who was snogging or shagging who, whatever that meant. Others were, like before witnessed, worrying over what to wear so that they may impress their Slytherin eye candy. Names drifted through the air; Theodore Nott, Blaise Zambini, Draco Malfoy.

Finally, I reached the door labeled 'Ladies.' I snickered at the artistic design of the 's.' For someone had taken their time to craft it into a serpent, the tongue flicked out to dot the 'i.' I ran my fingers over the smooth wooden sign, feeling the dips where the letters were carved. Having admired it for quite a while, I finally slipped inside the bathroom.

It was empty, and quite spooky to say the least. I let out a laugh as I realized that it reminded me of a cliché horror movie. Pretty girl, all alone in the dark restroom, very little lighting so she could hardly make her way to the mirrors. But once at the mirrors she would see a reflection of something behind her. In my case however, it was the stalls.

Glancing up at the mirrors, I rubbed my hands slowly up my hands until they were pushing my bangs back against my scalp. How had I managed to lose everything in the short time of summer? The many times of getting caught doing something wrong drifted in and out my mind.

The glimpse of brandy bottles being gulped down and thrown to the floor. The ritual like dancing of teens sweating profusely, connected to one another. The sensation of tongues and teeth crashing into one another like wrestlers in the ring. Finding a nice, quiet place with your "friend." The terrible headache and the painkillers to soothe the sting in the morning. All of it, every single thing, was the reason of why I was here. It all added up.

I missed my friends: the group who claimed me as leader. I missed the wild parties they would throw and the boys who didn't care about love of feelings, just lust. I missed the smell of the room filled with bodies and the aftermath. It was all just a memory now.

I knew my friends didn't really miss me. Somewhere they were having fun, sneaking away from the protective clutches of the Salem's Witches Academy. Booze swinging with their joyous movements. They wouldn't miss me, and I didn't care. They were just my group: my people, not my family.

With a heavy groan, I looked at my reflection once again appearing worse than I had ten minutes ago. Deciding it was time to actually get ready, I began to apply make-up to my bronzed skin. The result becoming the smoky effect I used often for parties, pink tinted cheeks, and lightly glossed pink lips. I then muttered a quick spell to fix my hair into soft curls.

A loud knock resounded through the empty restroom. Daphne then began to enter the dark room, holding objects that glinted in the dim lights. She was smiling widely as she made her way towards me; her high heels clunked loudly.

"I thought you might want to accessorize." In one hand, she held up my favorite black necklace. It was triple-stranded with beads upon beads of black where finally, a fake, gaudy black diamond was placed in the middle where a strand dangled below it. In her other hand were a pair of black high heels. She smiled as she handed them over. "I know what your thinking, how does she do it?"

"Thanks. This is going to look great." I place the necklace delicately around my neck and slipped my small feet into the heels all the while Daphne had a sort of smugness about her. She must take a lot of pride in clothes and accessories. And that's when I noticed it: another one of my favorite black diamond necklaces hanging from her neck. She stretched her long neck out and fingered the jewelry lightly. "Daphne? Is that my necklace?"

"Hm," she inquired still gazing longingly at the necklace, "Oh, yes. I took the liberty of raiding your jewelry while you were gone. I figured you needed some and this one caught my eye. Well it just so happened to go perfectly with the outfit I had planned so I borrowed it. I knew you wouldn't mind."

I could feel my brow twitch slightly along with the sensation of anger boiling inside of me. I was not one for sharing, or being pushed around but as it was only my first day, I didn't want to set a bad reputation for myself. "Yeah, sure, no problem."

"Well are you ready? Pansy is waiting in the common room with Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, Theodore, and Blaise and she says that if we don't hurry she'll leave without us. And how could I leave her with all those delicious arm candies. She can't have them all to herself." She winked at me through her heavily made up eye, "You can have Theodore. He's extremely yummy and though he may not look it, he's definitely got something hiding under those clothes. Oh, I almost forgot, here is your cloak. We need to wear it as a disguise on the way to the Room of Requirements. Much less fishy than being dolled up."

We both pulled on our cloaks as we made our way to the common room. The chattering of girls through out the hall was even louder now as nine as beginning to approach. Many rushed back and forth to different rooms, borrowing and lending. As we got closer and closer to the common room, the conversations began to dull down to nothing but a group waiting on the couches. Pansy was lying next to Draco with his arm around her where he absently drew circles on her bare shoulder. The other four boys looked up to see Daphne and I enter. Daphne quickly rushed over to the arms of a dark-skinned boy. She motioned me over as she took a seat on the boy's lap.

"Alright, everyone, this is Camilla. Camilla this is Blaise," she pointed to the dark skinned boy, "Crabbe," a chubby bored looking boy, "Goyle," less chubby but equally bored looking, "and Theodore." She pointed to a good-looking boy with brown shaggy hair and blue eyes. He grinned. "And I'm sure you already know Draco seeing as Pansy's all over him."

By now, Pansy and Draco were in a heated make-out session, not sparing the viewers nearby. Theodore coughed loudly so that they broke apart. Neither seemed embarrassed by this as they stood and began heading towards the exit.

The halls were deserted and quiet and it reminded me of the good old times with the adrenaline pumping through your veins at the chance of being caught at any moment. It excited me and made my heart race. I almost hoped we would get caught, for that would make the thrill so much better. Running away, down the corridors, with no sense of direction.

Almost made me want to do something reckless. I pulled my wand slowly from my cloak pocket and opened my mouth the mutter a simple spell.