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EIGHT | INSIDE THE TEENAGE MIND
OKAY, LOOK, SELINE DIDN'T WAKE UP THAT MORNING WITH THE INTENT GETTING PISSED OFF AT HER FRIENDS. . .it just kinda happened quite naturally. Like, maybe Nicolette should just stop doing things that piss her off. (Just a suggestion!)
Perhaps, this statement would make more sense with an explanation. . . ?
So, it'd all started the morning after last and Seline was noticeably a lot quieter than usual (even Pansy looked at her occasionally, confused not to hear her rowdy comments all throughout breakfast). Seline had always liked to take the stew-silently-until-someone-notices approach to being pissed off. Heads definitely turned in her general area when she failed to join in on the string of sarcastic comments shot in Potter's direction as he waltzed into the great hall.
(And she had some good ones, too: "Oh look, it's The Boy Who Couldn't Live Without Attention.")
Her dark locks were pulled into a tight bun that gave her a slight headache (as if she needed another reason to have a throbbing pain in her temple) and she wore a little extra makeup. Like, there was no way in hell she was letting how upset she was show. At all. She was the spitting image of put-togetherness. She'd even given her eyeshadow an extra little bit of pizzaz; silver glitter! (This definitely didn't have anything to do with the fact that her eyes were still a bit bloodshot from crying and not sleeping. Nope. Who made that rubbish up?!) The added glitter only made her almost ghostly complexion glisten under the candlelight.
Her dark eyes flicker up at her two friends occasionally as she stirred her soggy oats anti-clockwise. They were engaged in an animated discussion about something she didn't quite bother to listen to. While Seline was every bit as put together as possible that morning, neither of them seemed to care. Astoria's lip gloss was smudged and Nicolette's hair was frizzy. Yet, they both had a natural glow about that Seline could never come close to replicating (no matter how thorough she made her skincare routine).
