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TWO | HEY DRAMA MAMA
IT FELT AS IF SELINE HAD JUST CLOSED HER EYES WHEN SHE WAS BEING VIOLENTLY SHOOK AWAKE. The warmth escaped her and her dream began to fade—from what she could remember, it was quite pleasant. Rolling over, she tried to pull the covers over her face but something fought back.
"Sel, you're going to miss breakfast if you don't get your arse up!" Came Nicolette's voice as the blanket tug of war raged on.
Seline let out a loud groan as Nicolette made a clicking noise with her mouth. "Come on, you'll be mad if we let you sleep in," she sighed theatrically.
Seline groaned one last time and sat upright, her dark hair stuck up in all sorts of directions as she glared at her friends. Her sarcastic comment was delayed by her yawn and Nicolette didn't even bother giving her a response, instead, she just rolled her eyes at the girl. Looking at her, it was very much obvious that she wasn't a morning person—the aggressive eye bags and sharp glare that she wore were proof of that.
"That's a great look, Seline," came the condescending voice of Daphne Greengrass. Astoria's evil twin sister (that's what Nicolette called her, much to the dismay of her friend) was standing at the mirror in their dorm doing her green tie up, a smirk on her lips as she stared at her reflection. Seline, who was basically still half asleep, couldn't come up with a response. Nicolette eyed the girl, trying to think up an insult but she couldn't. Unfortunately, it was too early for Nicolette to come up with something creative and appearance insults wouldn't work as Daphne was fucking hot (it pains her to admit this, she'll be honest, but it is undeniable.) The Slytherin green in their uniform only accented her icy skin—as did her ebony hair (Nicolette was sure her hair wasn't that dark last term. . . had she dyed it?)
Walking out of the bathroom, Pansy Parkinson sniggered (Nicolette also couldn't insult her appearance either—why must bitchy girls be good looking, too? That's just unfair. Like, Pansy wasn't really a looker back in first/second year, however, puberty seems to be doing wonders for her. . . Nicolette is honestly jealous.) "Oh yeah, no wonder there's so many boys chasing after you," she said and Seline felt her face begin to heat up. Nicolette could tell the girl was not in the mood—was she ever?—and just wanted to be left alone.
