Time

[Sarah Richards]

Fairy tales don't exist. Really.

Sarah Richards knew that better than almost anyone, because when all was said and done, she was the one left alone. Fairy tales always ended happily ever after, and her story was nothing like that. She was never meant to be a princess, a damsel in distress who just waits for her savior, no, she prefers to be the witch who would fight for what she believes in.

Sarah's first real memory was the ticking of a clock, it echoed through the rooms of her empty home. Of course, the Richards estate wasn't really empty, it was full of staff and furniture and light. But Sarah's parents were never there, so it might as well have been empty, the way she saw it.

It was because they never had the time for her. Sarah didn't know what to think of that, her only definition of the word time being an endless ticking that filled up the silence in her head, as she stood motionless at the door, waiting for them to come home. Waiting for a real family.

Even attending hogwarts, Sarah had always felt alone. No one does understands her. There were all so shallow to think that life was just easy, that they can all go around and be with their "friends". Sarah didn't like that, she prefers to be alone rather than to interact with those people whom she deemed to be fakes. That is probably the reason why no one really dares to be her friend, no one dares to even try to know her. They were all turned off by her attitude, not that she minds it. She's rude and all but that's who she is, she would never change her self for anyone.

Because of irritation after being surrounded by shallow students in her school, Sarah made her way towards the Bright stone village. She's really annoyed, she wants to relinquished her anger to something, or more so, someone, but even her doesn't have enough time to find a rightful target. With a very irritated sigh, she made her way towards one of the benches on the side of the village. She can observe everyone there and hopefully, she'll be able to relax by making fun of those around her then.

 

[Isobel Hills]

Isobel was sitting on a bench in Brightstone village, thinking about yesterday. She had gotten into a fight with Danielle and was now sporting a small bruise under her chin where she had been punched. It was covered in heavy makeup so noone could see unless they got close up.

She was suddenly aware that she wasn't alone. A girl sat down next to her but Isobel was under the illusion that she didn't know that the girl hadn't seen her. Not being use to this sort of treatment, she huffed. "Excuse me." She said coldly with her British accent. "You could have asked." Looking away sighing she got ready to stand up.

 

[Sarah Richards]

Sarah cannot believe what she was hearing. With a quick motion, Sarah turned to look at the source of the voice. It was a girl, probably younger than her from her looks, yet the girl has the attitude. "Did I just heard you right little girl? It's not like you own this seat, I don't see any name written here.." She said with a dramatic roll of her eyes as she flipped her auburn locks out of her eyes. She was examining the girl thoroughly, wondering if she knows her. No, she wouldn't forget someone with such a sharp tongue such as that girl. "Look at me when I'm talking.." She added sharply as she saw the girl getting ready to get up. Since she was bored and she has to get rid of her irritation, she figured that talking with a fiery girl such as the one with her would be the best way to do it.

"What's with that heavy make up? Does kids really wear that these days? So stupid if I may say, it just hides who you are.... " Sarah stated with a bit of disgust in her voice as she noticed the girl's face which is pretty much covered with heavy make up. Though they were rich, Sarah had never bothered wearing one, she just thought that it would just be a waste of her precious time, and besides, she enjoys natural beauty, one that is not covered with any cosmetics.

 

[Isobel Hills]

Isobel smirked at the girls lecture. "It may not be my seat but its called POLITE." She said loudly. She had always been know for her sharp tongue and wasn't about to back down to this girl. She listened with a bore expression as the girl talked about makeup. "Well, you see, i was beaten up. By a B!TCH!" She said slowly. "But she came off worse than me." She added quickly. Her fighting skills had never been something to talk about but she had been quite proud of her performance in the village.

"Im not a makeup person normally." She said, more to herself than the girl. "But i think at least some makeup should be warn to cover up hideous things." She gave a suggestive glance at the girl. Not wanting to say this aloud, she was assessing the girl. She had just passed her test. "So, do you go to Hogwarts?" She asked politely, trying to make good conversation.

There was something about this girl, something that made her think that she was in Slytherin. Thinking that it would be good to make an older friend in Slytherin, she decided to change her tune and be nice. Well, nice for Isobel - about tolerable for most people.

 

[Sarah Richards]

"You dare to utter that word? Do you even understand what POLITE means?" Sarah stated with a smirk, emphasizing on the word polite to get her point across. She had always been like that, she would always do her best to get what she wants, to convince those stupid people around her that she was way superior than them, both in intellect, and in beauty. "Beaten up? Great that that's the only thing you got then.." She then added, finally noticing the bruise that was being hid by the girl's heavy makeup. "I could do so much better than that b*tch who had beat you up then... she's too weak if that's the only thing that she was capable of doing.." Sarah then remarked, examining her fingernails and licking her lips as she had finally thought of something that she could do. The girl, who had seemed younger than her, looks like a possible slytherin if she would be attending Hogwarts, and if that is indeed the case, then she could finally have someone whom she can consider as a comrade.

Sarah had noticed the suggestive glance that the girl had thrown at her, nothing would escape her observant eyes after all, not even a split second action such as that. "What? You suggesting something? " She said in a mocking tone, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms on her chest. She always appear intimidating when she did that.

Sarah cannot help but scoffed when the girl's conversation was changed from that of being rude to that of being polite. She finds it quite amusing actually. "Wow little girl, you can quickly change faces can't you?" She said, her tone a bit sharp for someone like her. "Well... you don't need to act nice in front of me.. it's boring talking to polite and kind people, they're so pretentious, it's a waste of time, just be who you are.." She added, dramatically rolling her eyes to add an effect to what she had just said. "Anyways, to answer your question, I do attend Hogwarts, and so?"

 

[Isobel Hills]

Isobel smiled slyly at this girl. She seemed like the sort of person that Isobel wanted to meet at Hogwarts. She watched as the girl saw her change characters. She strummed her delicate fingers on the bench and smiled again. "I take it your in Slytherin then." She said confidently, sure that this girl would fit in no where else.

(OOC: Sorry for the lame reply. I don't have much time at the moment )

 

[Sarah Richards]

Sarah had to laugh at the girl's response. What is it with people nowadays? When they see a hogwarts student acting rude and stuck up, they would say that that student was definitely from Slytherin. She cannot blame them though, it's some sort of a reputation. "That's what you call stereotyping, little girl.." She said with a smirk, running her delicate hands through her auburn hair to fix it. Careful so as to look presentable enough.

"Nevertheless, I will do you a favor and confirm your seemingly nonsensical statement..." She said, placing her hands on her hips in a rather intimidating manner. "I'm a Slytherin, yes, and very much proud of it..."

Out of Character:

It's ok