Clueless [atlanta]

While her former best friend was off snogging Mikael Erixon, singing romantic ballads, looking at the glass half-full or whatever, Siobhan was sitting in the common room feeling more and more estranged. Siobhan didn't know what that word meant, but she knew that she felt that way. She was drifting apart from this person that had once been so involved in her life. There was a point in their lives where they did everything together. Siobhan had loved Atlanta even more than her own weirdo sister, and she had had no problem voicing these opinions of hers. She thought back on those times they shared together often, and sometimes Her Majesty Siobhan Cassel found herself fretting over the whole thing. Had it been her fault? Was she the reason the two of them regarded each other like annoying, out-of-town relatives? Soon after though, she'd remind herself that nothing was ever fault and Atlanta was lucky to have a friend like Siobhan.

Mind you, Siobhan really wasn't one for affection or warmth. She was much more interested in herself. But Atlanta had been one of the few people that Siobhan could actually tolerate. Not to mention the Vaisey girl was a pure-blood. There were connections to be had with that... getting off point. Things were just so different now, Siobhan couldn't even quite put her finger on it. But she knew that she either wanted things back to the way they were or the Hufflpuff Princess' head on a silver platter.

Siobhan lifted her head abruptly, hearing a joyous cry from outside their common room. She frowned, wondering what moron had decided to make such an unnecessary racket. Honestly, people could be such... commoners. Her thoughts stopped abruptly when she realized who it was, however. Atlanta Vaisey, herself. The very girl Siobhan was most anxiously wanting to punch in the face. Atlanta sure seemed... happy-go-lucky this evening. Siobhan eyed her suspiciously, deciding that the oafish Ravenclaw no doubt had something to do with this disturbing mood of Atlanta's. Honestly, why was Atlanta lowering herself to that sewer rat? However, Siobhan knew she would have to play her cards right in order to get what it was she wanted.

Siobhan forced a cheery smile in spite of her dark thoughts and shifted her position in the chair. "Lanta!" she greeted. Her voice sounded like cotton candy: sugary sweet but without much substance. "Oh, couldn't sleep. I had quite a bit of things to think about. You seem... happy." As she spoke, Siobhan willed herself not to vomit in her mouth. She had to get to the bottom of this mystery that was Atlanta's new-found personality disorder. She needed to get Atlanta back on the right path. Then things could go back to the way things were.

Narrowing her eyes at Atlanta, Siobhan was noticing a new strangeness in her old friend, apart from the new strangeness she'd already pointed out earlier. It was one thing to start hanging out with new friends (even if that new friend happened to be that scab-of-a-boy, Mikael Erixon) or to pull the reigns back on the drinking and partying. Even Siobhan could admit that sometimes they could get overboard. Normally the Hufflepuff Princess would have made a move to dish out some gossip, or would have invited Siobhan to go to a raging party. But Atlanta was doing nothing of the sort. She was just standing in the middle of the common room with her mouth hanging open like a fool. Siobhan cocked her head, waiting for Atlanta to speak up, to say anything remotely substantial.

When Atlanta finally did speak, a part of her was greatly disappointed. She'd been half-hoping that Atlanta would get on her knees and apologize for her recent indiscretions. Siobhan hadn't wanted to bully an apology out of her, but it appeared that she would have to. At the very least, she would get an explanation.

Siobhan's lips thinned into a tight, uncomfortable smile. "Indeed..." she began slowly. "You look so common, I hardly recognized you at first." Siobhan was long past polite pleasantries. The gloves were off and the claws had come out to play. Siobhan wanted more than anything to salvage the great parts of their friendships, but now she just wasn't in the mood. She wanted Atlanta to know just how irate she really was. If Atlanta thought Siobhan was going to go down without a fight, she had another thing coming.

The two of them had always been alike, but also very different. They shared the same motivations, interests, and values. For the longest time, it had just been them against the world, one party at a time. Admittedly, Atlanta had been the bigger party girl of the two of them. Of course, Siobhan always accompanied her and drank with the best of them. She was just more lady-like about it. Sure, there were a countless number of times she'd brought a nameless, albeit pure-blooded, boy back to the dormitories and gave him a private view of her knickers. Even still, Atlanta had always been outlandish about her dastardly ways. She was the one who got trashed to oblivion without fail. Usually, Siobhan was the one helping Atlanta back to the dorms, or holding her hair back as she vomited in the bathroom. It was a duty she gladly took up, though. Atlanta was her best friend, after all.

Adjusting her position in her chair, her expression became dark and sullen. "As a matter of fact, something is troubling me. It's quite dire, actually." Siobhan said. "Did you think you could just ignore me all term and I would just let it slide? Siobhan arched a brow, waiting to see how Atlanta would respond to that. The ball was in her court.

Her features softened for a moment, remembering a time when the two of them had been the closest of friends. When they had first met, Siobhan was certain she had met her platonic soul mate. They'd been perfect for each other. Beautiful, tasteful, classy, and above all, superior. They'd met the way many girls do at that age: in the bathroom. Siobhan had been standing in front of the mirror, fumbling with tubes of lipstick and mascara at perhaps too-young of an age. She'd been searching for the perfect shade of pink when she accidentally dropped her make-up bag, scattering its contents across the white tile. Enter Atlanta Vaisey, a first-year like Siobhan who she had yet to formally introduce herself to. Atlanta had stooped down and helped her. From there, a mutual friendship had been born. Merlin, that felt like a thousand years ago. It was like they weren't even the same people anymore.

Siobhan wrinkled her face at the sight of Atlanta's smelly, muddy sneakers. A year ago, the Hufflepuff Princess wouldn't have dreamed of wearing such disgraceful clothing. Honestly, what sort of brain tumor was this girl suffering from? Clearly said tumor was pressing down on the part of the brain that possessed an aptitude for fashion sense. Looking down at the floor, Siobhan regarded her own pair of footwear that she had taken off before settling into the chair: a pair of nude heels. Sensible and classy. Much like Siobhan herself, or so she liked to believe. Motioning toward the aforementioned heels, Siobhan replied slowly, “There's shoes Atlanta, and then there's shoes.”

With a certain amount of annoyance, Siobhan watched as Atlanta settled herself into the opposing couch, curling her legs together and leaning against the soft throw pillows. It bothered Siobhan to no end to see the girl just acting as if nothing in the slightest had changed between them, as if they were about to delve into a conversation about nail polish and boys. But no. Those weren't the sort of topics Siobhan wanted to hash out tonight. Tonight was all about business. No pleasure.

From the onset of their friendship, Siobhan had always been a bit of a control freak. Like a mother hen, she monitored the behavior and choices of Atlanta. Admittedly, she did this with just about all her cohorts, not just the Hufflepuff Princess. As far as Siobhan was concerned, she had to be seen with the best: the best-looking, the best-behaved, the best-dressed. She wouldn't be caught dead with anything less. And it should be noted that Siobhan possessed ridiculously high standards. This was the same reason Siobhan rarely had a boyfriend. Sure, she had escorts when the occasion called for it, but Siobhan was particular about who was on her arm. She was Siobhan Cassel, after all, not some run-of-the-mill streetwalker. All in all, Siobhan's life was a limited sphere, one that had to be carefully controlled and maintained. It was the only way she could operate and Atlanta Vaisey was flying in the face of such order.

Siobhan arched a brow at her friend's demand. “What's gotten into me?” she exclaimed incredulously. How dare Atlanta her ask her such a thing! It was Atlanta who was going through some kind of personality disorder. “You better turn that finger around, Hufflepuff Princess,” she replied mockingly. “I'm not the one who decided to abandon all her friends this year. What? Are you too good for me now? Should I kiss your feet in gratitude that you've finally decided to deign me with your presence, Your Highness?” Siobhan was absolutely seething, her words laced with venom.