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Chapter 7: Like Totally!
Cherie woke that morning as the first rays of light drifted through the window. Glancing around she saw that all her room mates were still abed 'typical' she thought as she stood padding over to look out through the window over the grounds. After watching the sun rise in magnificent red and gold splendor Cherie turned back to survey her sleeping room mates. Cherie prided herself on being able to tell a persons personality from three things; first their physical appearance, second how they dress, and third how they act. The third was not vital but in order to make a accurate assumption it was helpful; 9 times out of 10 with it she could tell exactly what the person was like.
The girl in the bed right next to her own had yellow copper toned hair and thin red lips, her make-up was still on from the previous night and her sleeping top was low showing lots of cleavage. This sight that may have caused most girls to look away and most boys to stare avidly barely affected Cherie. She was used to this same sight from not only herself but from many of her former class mates. The uniforms in Canada were well let's just say nonexistent. Not that they weren't supposed to where them at Zerima it was just that so many students ignored that rule that the teachers had begun to as well. This girl was obviously of the 'hey I haven't got much going for me but what I do you can have free of charge'.
Next over was a brunet her long chestnut hair cascading down nearly touching the floor and full strawberry lips that pouted slightly in her sleep. Her thick long eye lashes looked like dark smudges against her flawless pink skin. What she wore was covered by a set of big thick floral printed quilts. She was obviously very sure of her beauty and by the way her face was set rather smart as well.
Continuing her survey my roomies finally reaching the last girl suddenly I recognized her THAT was Pansy Parkinson! Oh great not only do I get stuck in a house of sly old pure bloods I have to share a room with that…that PIG!!!!!!!!!!
'Clam down Cherie she can't be that bad, I mean Draco must see something good in her other wise he wouldn't put up with her hanging off his arm all the time.' I chided myself. Recalling all the information I had about her from Hermione's letters. There were few actual direct mentions of her but a few round about ones came to mind.
Stopping myself I began to look for some clothes to wear. Finally settling in a pair of louse fitting blue jeans and a baggy purple T-shirt I had owned for the past three years. Pulling them on I shoved my unruly hair in to an almost broken hair tie and crept out of the dorm and down the common room.
As my pink toed socks hit the last marble stair I sent up a momentary wish to the heavens hoping none of the cold unfeeling people I had seen the night before were in the common room. Padding up to the dark head popping out of one of the couch's backs. Praying it was someone I could talk to I rounded the piece of furniture silently approaching the boy and sat down opposite to him. "Hello!" I said cheerily hoping to pry his nose out of the book he was reading. "Blaise!" I exclaimed as my new friends face appeared from it hiding place.
"Cherie! What are you doing up so early?" came his surprised and quizzical question.
"I always wake up at this time. Mama used to wake me up at 5:30 so I'm pretty used to waking up slightly before that on my own so her job was easier." I cheerily replied. "Why are you awake now?"
"I usually wake up around now to get some reading in before the boisterous first years come down." Blaise said grinning sheepishly.
"Oh! What are you reading?"
"Yon Ill Wind by Pierce Anthony"
"YOU read Xanth novels!" I replied shock registering in my brain. "I thought I was the only witch or wizard who read them."
"Guilty as charged!" he smirked giving him a roguish sort of demeanor "which is you favorite?"
"Well I like most all of them. I don't like the first that much too long winded and hard to get into. The latter ones are just brilliant though!"
"Really I rather like the first one the idea of a constantly changing girl is rather intriguing and a man who hates women is also most curious."
And so they talked till it was finally time for breakfast. (That was the whole 'and time passes' thing) Leaving Blaise for a moment Cherie went up to her dorm where her sleeping room mates were slowly arising. Blaise walked to the great hall alone musing over his rather eventful morning with Cherie.
I walked into the great hall where I was besot with tremendous noise. Walking to the Slytherin table I notice a short flat chested girl with lanky brown hair sitting next to Blaise and talking rapidly. A glint of mischief entered my eyes and I crept forward making as little noise as was humanly possible which in this din was defiantly not necessary.
Approaching the two I began to hear little snippets of what she said. "Your so smart Blaise!", "Who is she?" The closer I got the more I heard "where is she from Blaise?" "Canada." "Oh she doesn't look very smart. It is too bad she seems to have begun to follow you around. Is like every second word she says 'like'?" My face burned and all I wanted to do was hurt this little floozy! 'Stupid am I! Every second word is like, eh? Oh you are going down girl!' I thought as a plan began to formulate in my head.
"So Blaise …" the 'Floozy' began and I purposefully cut in. "Yo you're like in my like seat like. So dude like get like your pansy little behind like outta my seat LIKE TOTALLY!" I said in the traditional Valley girl meets New Yorker way; making the shorty blush and get up to leave. "Ya you'd better get lost!" I called after her sitting down beside Blaise and promptly bursting into fits of giggles.