Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 4:01:35 GMT -8
Antoni was sitting next to her minding his own business as the Slytherin table was full of completely unhappy family members, angry students and over zealous parents. Looking across the room as Vivian got up she watched as Joram walked away, Rabastan exploded next to her, Antoni grabbed her shoulder for a moment as he stood to got talk with Vincent. Nudging Integra a little there was nothing more she wanted to do other than get out of here, but that wasn't going to happen. Playing with the food infront of her, hazel eyes scanned the table for anything other than the ordinary. Huffing a little she stood up and walked back and forth for a few moments. The air was heavy and she knew better than to leave when Vivian was here for her of all things. Granted she was off with Joram at the moment, Chloe was a Mortelle and she had expectations as well. If she didn't follow the expectations put in place by her grandparents then what made her believe that they too would follow her expectations.
Vincent looked like he was getting reprimanded for not paying attention to Joram. Served him right. Poor boy seemed like he was lost in many more ways than just one. Chloe had an ear in everything and as much as she didn't talk to Joram she did know what he was going through to an extent. Chloe knew that she was going to die before her grandparents did and that was just a fact of life, but Joram had it the other way around. He didn't want his friends to die before him because of the loneliness invovled. Everyone seemed like they were in a shithole family while Chewy actually loved the family that she did have.
If there was one person she did not want to see here it was her father, so she was thankful for Vivian who stepped up to the plate to be here for her. Even if it was very much out of the way. The cold hearted girl could feel an uneasy roll in her stomach, it set her of kilter and she looked down the table at all her friends hoping that the tensions would ease out of for all of them. It was wishful thinking at that most.
The doors opened and she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rise slowly against her spine. Standing up quickly she pulled her wand from its place and held it in her palms. Turning around she looked at the doors and took a few steps back. "Porca puttana." Sweat started to form on her brow as she took another step back.