Snippet #2335453

Charlotte looked up in distaste at whoever had so graciously uttered that nickname. Her mouth was almost pulled into a snarl but she kept it in place, instead adjusting it to a smile. Who was this girl in front of her? With a mask on it was impossible to tell but she cared to know, so she began looking at the details. Her hair was brunette, she had an asian kind of town to her skin, and she had an utter disregard to the fact that Charlotte would sometimes explode at whoever dared to call her that. So it could only be one person then....

"Cecillia, what a nice suprise." She said it with a tip of an edge to her voice. This was a public gathering, not the fighting arena. She would not be kicked out of yet another dance. Looking around she half-heartedly chuckled. "I'm suprised the police haven't driven here to shut it down, being such a rager." She got up and tipped her cup up, gulping down the last of her secret ingredient punch. She gave a loud and content sigh then looked back at Cecilia. "Hey, the punch is pretty good. Better than usual if you ask me." She winked and basket-hooped her cup into the trashcan. The great thing about Umbrase was that, no matter what, the people worth hanging out with could pick up the subtlest of hints. At her old school she would practically be speaking in pig latin, jerking her head towards the punch bowl, and would say, "odkava in the unchpa." I mean, come on. Like a teacher isn't going to realize what's going on there.

Although Cecillia had started the conversation on a bad note, everyone knew it was just for fun. She never meant anything by it. Besides, if anybody was worth partying with that she knew, it would be her. Most of the boys were shy and all the girls would want to hang out with those guys, making everything boring and...well, boring. It would be nice to have an outgoing boy around here, but she had yet to meet one at this school.

Charlotte looked back at the boy sitting silently in the chair beside the one she was just in. Although it was impossible to say for sure, she didn't think that she knew him. For some reason her just didn't fit any of the other boys profiles in her head. He could be new, or she could just be making some mistake and it was one of her best friends. She hated having to thing so much about who is who. She only knew Cecillia, but that's only because nobody else would call her Latte like that. Some people would recognize her, by her standout eyes or the fact that she was one of the tannest people at the school. She thanked genetics for that, and the fact that many of the people here were frighteningly pale. So what could they do? By the end of the night if Charlotte hadn't done something exciting than she might just have to take out her disappointment on everyone else tomorrow.