Zenobia could not sleep,she needed a walk.While she strolled down the dark musty corridor
she hears a music box being drawn to the sweet melody she finds herself lost.I knew I should have never left the common room she thought to herself I am WAY to young to be wandering by myself at the wee hours of the moaning. Zenobia closed her eyes wishing nothing to bad would happen as if a prefect would walk by or even worse a teacher.:sevribbon:

Orabelle wandered in here wondering what the freak it was anyways. Uhm... hello, shouldn't tunnels be like... banned or something? They were dangerous and it could get so many people hospitalized. So why was she in there? Because, she needed to find another excuse to get her out of Hogwarts and back to Beauxbatons. Ugggh. And she couldn't think of anything! She looked around, only to find that it was blocked at the end. So, it didn't go that far. Whatever. She refused to touch the walls though. Thank Merlin she had worn her converses today.

Emma walked into the secret corridor, Selena and her used to hang around here quite a bit in their third year. She was dressed in jeans and a light green tee shirt that matched her eyes, and she was wearing some black sneakers. Converse. Or whatever they were called. Emma really wasn't one to keep up with fashion 24/7, but if she had to, she would.

The blonde's eyes adjusted to the dimness of the tunnel as she walked further. She wondered how her bestie was doing in America.. All alone with her evil mother. Grr... The blonde's eyes trailed looking at the people, who were in here, when one brunette caught her eye. Speaking of the Zabini-Riddle's in America, her was one in front of her. It was Orabelle. And she looked really lost.

"Umm.. Hi Orabelle- I mean Miss Bellamonte. Are you okay?" she asked, in a worried tone, hoping the girl was not lost. Just her luck.

Orabelle turned to see the Malfoy girl there. "Miss Malfoy," she greeted as she looked around the dark tunnel once more. "I'm doing fine," she replied. What was the blonde doing here anyways? "And you, Miss Malfoy, how are you doing today?" she asked. And what was she doing here of course. There had to be a reason. Orabelle had a reason as to why she was here, so the question now was why Miss Malfoy was here. Questions... hmm...

She stumbled a bit but regained her balance without touching the walls of this dim passageway. Who knew what had died here. And if she found bones then it'd be a perfect excuse to leave Hogwarts and go back home.

Emma grinned at Orabelle and gave her a quick mock curtsy. Good thing it was dark so hopefully Orabelle couldn't really see what she was doing. Evil smirk. The blonde grinned. "That's good to see your doing well. I'm doing fine. Just dealing with some drama at the moment." she explained, sighing a little. She hated drama, especially when three friends were giving each other the cold shoulder. Sigh. The blonde stared down at her shoes for a brief moment.

Then Orabelle was peering at her, her eyes full of something. Questioning. "I heard a voice, so I came down here to check out if everything was okay." she explained. Suddenly Orabelle stumbled. What shoes was she wearing? Jimmy Choos? High platform heels that she could easily break her ankle when she walked? Emma smirked. It was silly to wear those type of shoes around the campus. And besides, purebloods aren't usually iinterested in Muggle Fashion. Orabelle was an exception.

The blonde saw Orabelle's expression on her face. "So, do you miss your old school, Miss Bellamonte? Can you tell me about Beauxbatons please? I've heard its really nice and my friend Lady Maddie Force attends that school." she explained. Perhaps Miss Fashion knew her?

Orabelle nodded as if listening and looked around. Ugh. Why was this place so... filthy? And dark. She took out her wand and gave it a slight flick. The tip of it lit up with a muffled lumos. Much better. But that didn't mean that she enjoyed looking around... at rocks. Ugh, horrible, she should've left the lights off. "Drama?" Orabelle said as she moved one purple sneaker clad foot away from whatever that thing on the ground was. "What type?" she asked.

She seriously doubted that. Did Miss Malfoy really believe that Orabelle would buy that excuse. EhmaMerlin, like there were some creepy stalkers these days but a Malfoy? That was just terrible. "I see..." Orabelle said a bit suspiciously. She felt something fall on her head and squealed. "Ugh, this place is vile!!" Orabelle gasped as she pulled out a tissue to wipe away the offending water droplet that could've been contaminated with Merlin knew what else.

After regaining her composure, she crumpled the tissue up and tossed it to the side. "I miss it, obviously, it was much nicer than this one of course," she said, gesturing with her glowing wand around the place. "And it's not jut really nice, it's spectacular there with the most helpful people who knew what fashion was," Orabelle said, glancing at what the Malfoy was wearing. Green. Ugh. House colors, how sad.

Emma rolled her eyes in the darkness as Orabelle continued on and then she used lumos, so sadly Emma couldn't roll her eyes anymore. Gosh that light was bright. Was the girl trying to blind her? The blonde Malfoy shrugged. "Well between my three really good friends. My friend Alex broke up with his girlfriend and he cut of all contact with his ex and his best friend. So now I'm really the only one on good terms with all three." she sighed, shaking her head. "Time to pick up the pieces.. As usual."

Emma rolled her eyes at the tone of Orabelle's voice as if she didn't believe her. Stupid prejudice fashion twits, thought Emma as she kept a calm complexion. The blonde raised an eyebrow when Orabelle squealed and she nearly laughed too. This girl was afraid of water? Really...? Emma took out her wand and said. "Accio Purple Umbrella," and the Umbrella appeared. She held it out towards Orabelle and smiled genuinely. "Here. Don't want the water to ruin your hair, clothes, or shoes now."

The Quidditch obsessed Malfoy raised her eyebrow at Orabelle. Well, if the brunette didn't have to be so rude. Emma smirked and then laughed. Her laugh was like a chime. "Well your in the worse place to be. The best place is by the Lake at sunset or by the Lake at night with someone, watching the stars. It's really romantic," she explained, shaking her head sadly. OH dear. Oh Dear. Oh dear. This other girl had a lot to learn about Hogwarts didn't she. She laughed again at what Orabelle said. "Well. I'm glad to hear that. Sounds lovely. I'm assuming you speak French fluently. So perhaps we can have a conversation in French sometime. To practice French." she suggested. The blonde smiled sweetly as she tried to be nice to Orabelle. Get her on her side. "Or perhaps we can get out of this secret filthy passageway and go shopping or something..."

Orabelle held her wand in her hand like the wand was made out of glass. "Oh, don't bother," she said, waving her free hand and dismissing the idea of picking up after someone. "Hun, you're a Malfoy and they should not be allowed to make others feel better when it's their fault in the first place," Orabelle said. "Yes, it makes you a better person, but the good people die first," she said as she smoothed out her hair. She never did things like that. It would be terrible. Being a good person would get you no where in life. They ended up at the bottom. "It's also called tough love, they rely on you too much to pick up those pieces, you can't be there forever for them so... let them do it themselves," Orabelle finished with a slight shrug of her shoulders.

"Something bothering you?" she asked the girl who had just rolled her eyes. No one rolled their eyes at Orabelle Bellamonte. No one. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and fixed her light blue scarf around her neck. She glanced at the umbrella and hesitantly took it. "Thank you Miss Malfoy, though I can't care too much about my shoes, they aren't my favorite," Orabelle said. And they weren't heels or pretty enough. Sigh.

She thought about what the Malfoy told her and nearly bit her lip. But Orabelle was over that because it was terrible for them. "I'm sure it is... if there wasn't a curfew at night," Orabelle pointed out. Because then she'd totally go with someone there... ugh. Did she speak French fluently? Hmm... Orabelle had no idea, she had just been... born in France, raised in France, went to a French school and oh, her parents were French as well. Nooo... Orabelle didn't speak French fluently. [/sarcasm.] "I do speak French fluently and perhaps some time in the future," Orabelle said. If she ever felt like it. "Where is there to go around here?" Orabelle asked. Shopping? here? Not possible.

Alekzander created the perfect getaway. He ditched Lily. She was too immature for his liking. As he sneaks through the halls. Not wanting to be seen. He awaits his true friends. Claudia will be here soon....

Presley was elated. She had found a secret passage all on her own. She hadn't heard it mentioned, nobody had told her about it, and she hadn't followed anyone into it. She had discovered it! Or so she thought. She suddenly bumped into another person. She gasped in suprise. "Oh! Hello. You startled me. My name is Presley." She held out her hand for the boy to shake.

Ariadne kept walking in silence, the only sounds coming from Jory's and her footsteps. After a while, she noticed something that looked like the entrance to a passage. Maybe a SECRET passage. 0_o

'Jory, look at this!' she whispered. Wait-why was she whisperin again? Maybe the firstie felt like she was doing something wrong. 'Where do you reckon it leads?' the girl asked for her friend's opinion. 'I suggest we take a look. What do you think?' she raised an eyebrow.

Jory was listening to the almost silence around them. The only sound were his and Ari's low breathing and their footsteps.
He heard Ari's low and excited word about finding a passage.
He hurried foward to have a look. Jory wondered where it lead to and was eager to check it out.
"Yes, lets have a look," he told Ari excitedly.

The blonde smiled as Orabelle explained the world. Well the role of Malfoy's.. How did she know soo much about how a Malfoy should behave? She smirked. The Good people die first? "Well if thats the case, I should be more of a prankster!" she exclaimed, laughing. "You know that's a good idea.. Tough Love. I like it."

Then Orabelle asked her about rolling her eyes. She shrugged her shoulders. "No, Miss Bellamonte. Just tired." The blonde smiled at Orabelle. "Your Welcome. Glad I could help. Ooh what are your favourite pair of shoes?" she asked, being interested in it for once.

The blonde nodded and sighed. "Too bad that we have one.. BUT.." Emma began and stopped for a second. She smirked and grinned at Orabelle. "Well if you have an invisibility cloak- you can sneak out at night and watch the stars. I do it all the time," she whispered. Emma listened to what Orabelle had to say! WELL EMMA didn't know if she was French or not. She had a perfect English accent. "That would be lovely Miss Bellamonte. I would love that." she smiled, meaning it with all of her heart. "Well.. Shopping.. Hogsmeade has some okay stores but its not like the Muggles Chanel or Dior." she explained. "Maybe over the break we can go to New York via Floo powder or flying on broomsticks or by a portkey? Are you staying here for winter break?"

Orabelle blinked at the blonde. Be a prankster...? That didn't mean anything. She sighed and shook her head, this Malfoy was never going to understand. You had to push people out of the way to get where you want. "Good, so leave them and the pieces, you are no house elf so you shouldn't be doing the cleanup," Orabelle said. And she should never, it was vile.

She nodded. Perhaps the Malfoy couldn't stand sleeping in the dungeons, that would explain her tiredness. Orabelle understood one hundred percent. "Nothing in particular," she replied. How could she just love one pair of shoes? That was like having children and loving one more than the other. It wasn't possible.

Orabelle nodded in agreement. Back in Beauxbatons she had never really noticed that there was a curfew, besides, she snuck out all the time but it seemed impossible here. "And invisibility cloak? There's only one in existence," she said as she quirked a brow. And what were the chances that the one invisibility cloak in existence belonged to Miss Malfoy? Very slim. She would rather use a simple disillusionment charm. "Great," she said, shrugging that comment off.

"I'll find a way to manage," Orabelle sighed. After all, her catalogs weren't all circled in purple for nothing. They had to be ordered and shipped and owled and ahhh. Her shoes. Over the break...? "I will be staying back home in France, my mother is holding another party back in the Bellamonte Castle," she said as she adjusted the strap on her bag. "Shopping in New York does sound fun, however, I think I'll be doing that with my good friend Danielle," Orabelle added.

Emma nodded. However, she couldn't leave them.. They were her friends.. Her close friends.. But Emma wouldn't pick up the pieces anymore. That was for sure. The blonde smiled. "Well, that's great that you love your shoes all so much." she said, nodding slightly. It was like broomsticks. Aah..

The blonde nodded again. "Yeah, well I don't own it. But one of my friend's does. And we usually just sneak out as a group." she exclaimed. She was beginning to get lost in her own imagination. Sneaking out at night and meeting with a certain adorkable and handsome Gryffindor by the Lake.. But then her Alexbear came into her mind too. Let go.

Emma grinned. "That's good to hear. Ooh very fun. Well I am heading over to New York to visit a few friends and go shopping to buy a dress for my brother's big press conference for his Quidditch team." she explained. "Maybe I'll look at Chanel or Valentino. Or one of the designer stores.."

"So Or- I mean Miss Bellamonte, What do you like to do for fun apart from shopping? Do you like horseback riding?"

Orabelle sighed, knowing this Malfoy girl obviously didn't know that in this world you shouldn't depend on your friends. It was pathetic. You made your own place in the world. "Obviously, they treat me well," she said as she tossed her hair over her shoulder once more, tilting the umbrella slightly as she did so.

"What are the odds... that a student has an invisibility cloak?" Orabelle asked. It wasn't really possible for a student to have it of all things. "And the headmaster of this school doesn't know?" Orabelle asked. She wouldn't really be surprised since the headmaster didn't really seem to know there were rats running around the castle and how unsanitary it was. Especially if it ended up in the kitchens. "Thinking of someone?" Orabelle asked with a little smirk. Gossip was gossip after all.

Once the Malfoy girl seemed to pull her head out of the clouds, Orabelle half-listened. "Mmm... I get them custom made," she said with a shrug. She didn't go shopping for clothes on occasions such as that. It would be horrible if someone else had the same one. Which reminded her... "My mother insisted on inviting a Malfoy," Orabelle sighed as she opened her bag and pulled out a navy blue envelope with a silver ribbon around it. "This is your invite to the Bellamonte Winter Ball, three days before Christmas, you and your family," Orabelle said with a sigh. She really didn't but a Malfoy was a Malfoy.

"Riding is lovely and the arts of course," Orabelle said with a nod, suddenly missing her horse back home... Gawain must miss her loads. "Do you?" she asked.

The blonde smiled at Orabelle as she talked about her love for shoes. "That's really nice." she commented. The blonde looked around to see if anyone else was in here with them- like a prefect or something. "I know that it's highly unlikely, but its true." she shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't believe so, he's never caught us or looked in one the dorms. In all my years here at Hogwarts, I haven't seen the Headmaster except for announcements and the Feasts." The blonde flustered as soon as Orabelle asked her if she was thinking of someone. MERLIN'S BEARD! Did this girl posses mind reading abilities. "Perhaps, Miss Bellamonte. Can you read minds? " she asked in shock.

Get them made custom? Wow! That must be really expensive. She was invited to a ball? Whaaaaaaaaaaa? How? The blonde kept a small smile on her face, which grew a little bigger. Wow the invited were pretty! :O "Oh, thank you Miss Bellamonte. I'll owl it to my parents tonight. They'll be thrilled. And so will my brother, Draco Severus, and I. I believe my brother will be able to attend." she explained. Emma knew what other girls thought about her brother- a handsome, Quidditch player, witty, smart, chivalrous, and everything that goes with a perfect guy.

Aaah! So they had something in common apart from being purebloods and Selena. Goodness she missed Sel, she needed to owl her letter to Selena ASAP. Perhaps as soon as this meeting with Orabelle had concluded. The blonde listened carefully to what Orabelle said. "Yes I love horseback riding, theatre, and drawing. Also I love writing as well. I miss my horse, Shadow. I had to leave her at Malfoy Manor, but luckily my older cousin said she would take care of her while I'm gone." she smiled softly.

Isobel was still prowling the halls, looking for Slytherins. When she found some she ran over to them. "Hiii," she said. "Do you want a hug?" She didn't wait for an answer, she hugged them anyway.

The blonde Malfoy smiled at the girl and was just about to reply when the girl hugged her. "Thanks!" she replied, beaming at her and hugged her back. "I'm Emma Malfoy and what's your name? What's the hug for?" She didn't mind hugs.. Hugs were nice. Smirk.

Ariana had been wandering the dungeons, looking for Slytherins, when she saw two! Not that she knew either of them... ah well, they could always use a hug! She ran up and hugged each one around the middle, being only tall enough to reach their shoulders. "It's National Hug A Slytherin Day!" she said, by way of explanation.

Orabelle looked at the blonde and nodded. "I suppose so," she said as she glanced down at her violet converses. She frowned when she saw a bit of a stain on the white tips of them. Ugh. "Hm... it's worth quite a fortune, it would be a pity if it were to ever get ruined," she said. And she, honestly, hoped it didn't but whatever. She sighed, the headmaster was much like a ghost - unreliable. "What type of headmaster does that?" Orabelle muttered to herself. Orabelle looked up and saw the look of shock on the Malfoy girl's face. "Miss Malfoy, I do not study such things, I'm just good at reading people," Orabelle said with a roll of her steel grey eyes.

Orabelle looked at the Malfoy who seemed so surprised about the invitee. "You're welcome Miss Malfoy, please, do stop grinning so... much... you'll get wrinkles and that isn't an attractive feature," Orabelle sighed. It was like she was talking to a first year. why was she even talking to the Malfoy? "Lovely, I look forward to meeting them," she said, lying through her teeth casually.

"I prefer photography over drawing, it takes too much effort to pick up a pencil and draw," Orabelle sighed with a waved of her hand, which included her wand. The light flashed in front of Miss Malfoy as she did so, Orabelle didn't mind. It wasn't blinding her. "Lucky you, I suppose," Orabelle said.

Just as Orabelle finished talking to Miss Malfoy some girl came over and asked if they wanted a hug. "No, I--" however, Orabelle was cut off when the girl hugged her anyways, causing Orabelle to take a step back. Scowling, she glared at the girl. "I said I didn't want a hug," Orabelle said, giving the girl an icy look. Honestly, did she even know this... thing?! Ugh.

And then another girl came and hugged her!? WHAT? "DON'T!!!" she said, glaring at the girl. It was horrible. She was probably covered in loser germs now. Uggggh. what was with these people hugging her?! She knew she was pretty but seriously? Ugh. "Don't... you... dare hug me again," Orabelle said, scowling at this girl too.

Isobel grinned. This Slytherin hadn't gotten mad, or punched her, or hexed her. So far so good. "Nice to meet you Emma," she said. "My name is Isobel. We declared National Hug A Slytherin Day." Hehe.

Ariana grinned. She supposed some of the Slytherins weren't going to like being hugged... ah, well, it was a holiday! "Awww, you look grouchy! Maybe you need another hug?" You'd think after two hugs a person would cheer up a bit! However, she refrained from immediately delivering a second hug, opting instead to keep grinning up at this odd, grouchy, unhuggable girl.

Isobel just looked at the girl. Why wouldn't she want a hug? Everyone liked hugs. She stood there for a minute before running the other way down the corridor. "THREE!" She yelled as she ran away.