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Penelope von Dietrichstein

Chin up girls. The tiaras won't stay on by themselves

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N A M E
Penelope von Dietrichstein

N I C K N A M E (S)
Penny

B I R T H D A Y
20th September 2000 {17}

S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual

E T H N I C I T Y
50% American, 50% Austrian

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S T Y L E
Think classic Hollywood and you're not far off Penelope's style. She keeps to classic shapes that flatter her slight frame. They're classics for a reason after all. A well-tailored coat will always look good, no matter the angle of the snap. She's also a tall girl who loves to wear heels.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5'10 133lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
Penelope has a long, slender frame, with gentle curves. While some girls might wish for more curves on the hips, or to be bustier, Penelope is perfectly comfortable in her body. She can get away with wearing most things. She owns her height, and carries herself with a regal stature befitting her heritage.



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L I K E S
Central Park, Cinnamon buns, Aniseed sweets, New shoes, Philanthropy, Vanilla, Christmas Pudding, Christmas, Christmas in New York, Mimosas, Sushi, Gingerbread, Eurovision

D I S L I K E S
Summer in New York, Unnecessary drama, Paparazzi, Jersey fabric, Banjos, Mice


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P E R S O N A L I T Y
The majority of people who know Penelope would describe her as being laid back. For the most part, this is true. Penelope is very laid back and has a very long temper with the people around her. Rather than getting angry at setbacks, she takes them in her stride and changes the plan accordingly. With her patience, Penelope stays calm in a crisis and is pretty good at keeping a cool head when the situation starts to heat up. She is intensely loyal to her friends and often goes above and beyond to make them happy. She has a very dry sense of humour and can be very sarcastic with her friends. Penelope is a very principled person and she holds true to his beliefs. She doesn't like to be proven wrong about things, but she will, eventually, own up and be the bigger person, adapting her worldview to fit with the new information.

She is very careful with people's feelings and tries to find the best way not to hurt anyone's feelings, even if that means her own get hurt. She hates to be the one to dish out the harsh home truths to people and usually just lets people get on with their own lives. She knows first hand what it's like to get torn down. Penelope is the kind of girl who will always have your back in a fight unless. She refuses to take sides among friends, however. She tends to avoid arguments, but when she's in the wrong, she will apologise as soon as she can, sometimes, straight after the words have left her mouth. If she believes that the other person is in the wrong, she will hold a grudge until they've apologised and then, as far as she is concerned, that's the end of it. She can be the kind of person to give someone way too many second chances, but she does try to see the best in everyone, even if no one else can see it.

Penelope is a naturally curious person, who has to know the ins and outs of everything. When she finds something that really takes his interest, she can be almost childishly enthusiastic about it, often becoming an avid collector of anything related to the subject and speaking about it at a mile a minute. She likes being around people and comes into her own when she's within a group, so long as she knows a few of them quite well. Large crowds of strangers aren't her favourite thing unless she knows she has something in common with them. She often has several personal projects on the go and can seem to be quite scatter-brained with all these things to do, bouncing from one to the other. Penelope can be very indecisive at times and hates being limited to just one option. She'd rather have a whole myriad of options open to her and explore each one, often going back on what she's decided for another option, making her seem a little fickle at times.


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F A M I L Y
Clarissa von Dietrichstein (nee Harvey) ||Mother||44|| Heiress and Board Member
Despite being independently wealthy of Max, Clarissa was hardly surprised by the golddigger accusations that some areas of the media levelled at her when she and Max began dating. Apparently being two years his senior made her a conniving spinster after his money. The accusations were only made even more ridiculous by the fact she was the sole heir to the Harvey&Co cosmetics company. Yes, they married quickly, and she fell pregnant not long after, but that didn't mean they were a sham. When Penelope arrived, the media were a little kinder to the couple because journalists seem to go nuts over royal babies which, despite living in New York and the Dietrichstein's being minor nobles, Penelope was. Clarissa knew that the added media interest was going to come when she married Max, but for her, it was a worthy sacrifice. She had a husband who she loved, and who loved her, which was more than a lot of women got. Her three gorgeous children are another blessing.

Maximillian von Dietrichstein||Father|| 42|| Philanthropist
As Austrian nobility, Maximillian has been incredibly fortunate in his life, but also restricted. All eyes have been on him since birth, a role he has struggled with, as he is a deeply private man with a very public life. He met Clarissa when he was 24 at a society gala. In an interview, he said meeting her had felt like lightning. It was a whirlwind romance. They were rarely seen apart over that summer and he followed her back to New York when the season ended. They married that October and have been together ever since. Having come from a large family, Max knew he wanted children and Max was thrilled when Clarissa fell pregnant. Max is supremely proud of all three of his children and his wife, who he continues to be utterly smitten with. Every year with her is another year they prove the naysayers wrong. So many people said it would never last, and yet here they are nearly twenty years later and more in love than ever. Max dedicates his time to philanthropy and is an ambassador for several charities working with children and young adults.

Johnathon von Dietrichstein|| Brother|| 15|| Student
Johnathon is and has always been a handful for his mother. While Penelope lulled her into a false sense of security with her calmness and poise, even as a young child, Johnathon is energy in human form. With his boundless energy, it's hardly surprising that Johnathon is a star athlete on the school track team. He favours long distance running since it requires the discipline he has often struggled with in his lessons. Even though they weren't particularly close as children, as they've gone through their teenage years, Johnathon and Penelope have become closer. This is mostly because Johnathon has realised that girls aren't diseased and his sister isn't all that bad.

Elizabeth von Dietrichstein|| Sister|| 9|| Student
A surprise to all the family, Elizabeth is the baby of the family. Bright and inquisitive, Elizabeth is a sweet kid, who is incredibly sociable, even accounting for her young age. Aside from her noble heritage, Elizabeth is no different from any other 9 year old. She likes getting muddy in the park and having tea parties with the household appliances and her dolls. Elizabeth adores her siblings and, although she'll deny it, Max is her favourite parent.


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H I S T O R Y
Penelope von Dietrichstein has existed in an odd world. While the nobility no longer officially exists in Austria, she is still considered aristocracy, especially when she is in America. It's a complicated enough situation to get her own head around, and Penelope has long since stopped trying to explain it to the media, although she will insist on correcting them on the 'royal princess' status. She comes from nobility, not royalty. As much as her parents have tried to keep her childhood, and her siblings', as normal as possible, their heritage has made this difficult. It was her mother who insisted that she attended Constance, the same school Clarissa had attended. Even as a private school, this is probably the most normal aspect of her life for those looking in through the media lens.

Clarissa and Maximillian didn't take Penelope to a public engagement until she was twelve, and even then it was a rare occasion. While photos of the von Dietrichstein siblings had appeared in various publications, these were candid shots of the family at weddings and family occasions. Max, in particular, was reluctant to let Penelope become a public entity while she was still at school. As she grew older and proved herself to be a responsible young woman, Max relaxed his restrictions and allowed her to do some interviews with interested parties. European aristocracy in New York was apparently very interesting. Considered an up and coming socialite, Penelope is becoming increasingly used to being followed by cameras, even if it can be more than a little frustrating.

Away from her media persona, Penelope is trying to keep her focus on school and college. Unlike a lot of the people in her school, her parents genuinely like each other, meaning she has incredibly high standards when it comes to romantic interests. Love is very much real and beautiful, and she sees it every day in her parents. As such, she doesn't really do casual dating, which helps avoid scandal. Penelope's summers are largely spent between the Hamptons and Austria. She's honestly not sure which one she prefers, but she thinks Austria might just pip it. It's an incredibly beautiful place and she just feels like she's home there. She's with people like her, and they don't treat her any differently. But New York is definitely her home


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T A L E N T S
Fluent in Austrian-German and Slovenian.
Diplomacy
Writing

W E A K N E S S E S
High standards
Indecisive


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Penelope von Dietrichstein's Story

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S E P T E M B E Rx2 5 T H,x2 0 1 7

7:05 am. It is the morning of the first day back to school for both the Constance Billard girls and the St. Jude's boys. By now, many of them should be up and planning how they're going to take on the day. The extra eager students will be on their way to the school to help set up for the welcome back assembly which will take place at 8:30 am. However for one student, they don't care about rushing into school to help nor precisely planning the perfect back to school outfit - instead, they are sat behind a computer screen typing furiously. Finally happy, they quickly press post and throw on some clothes in the hopes they won't be late to school, not that anyone would notice anyway...

'Good morning Upper East Side, I hope you've all had a good rest because this year is gonna filled with more drama and chaos than any other. I'll make sure of that.

The first day back to school means those first impressions are going to be crucial. No matter how long you may have been at the school, you better bring your a game or risk being shot right down the social ladder. Let's see if Queen Bee Clara Chase can keep her crown or if one of her minions will finally be able to claw their way to the top. Speaking of, what's a Queen without her King? Oh wait, she doesn't have one. Seems like no one can stand Queen Bee-atch long enough, not even to get in her pants. Well, unless playboy Dante Lawson can finally find his way into the heart of the one girl at school he hasn't, hm, gotten friendly with.

And what about the minions, seems like pretty Primrose Reynolds has found herself a man in new money - Tristan Dupond - I guess we'll have to wait to find out if he'll ever love her as much as she loves herself. Oh, and how could I forget the resident 'bad bitch' Nurys Johnson, even she's managed to snag herself a desperate cool girl wannabe in Moriah Goldman. Seems like Clara really is the only one sleeping on her own these days, can you believe it? The Queen being outdone by her servants and enemies. How the mighty have fallen.

All this gossip and more has gotten me so excited for the start of this term, and the prospect of spilling all your dirty little secrets is exactly what keeps me going. The bitch is back.

You know you love me,
xoxo gossip girl.'

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"Are kidding me? When I find her, I will end her." Clara threatened as she read the latest post from Gossip Girl. The anonymous blog had been a both a blessing and a curse for Constance's resident Queen Bee. It was great if she wanted information related to her, but once she started posting about Clara, it was destructive. Her latest post mocking her relationship status was just that. She sighed, stewing in her thoughts. So she may not have a boyfriend, but that didn't mean she didn't have options. Any boy at St. Jude's would kill for Clara, but Queen don't settle for boys. Speaking of boys, the dig at Dante Lawson was enough to quell her rage. Clara was proud to say she hadn't fallen for the playboy's charms, but the battle is getting more and more difficult.

"-ara? Clara? Are you listening to me?" Clara shook herself out of her thoughts at the sound of her favorite, and only, cousin's voice. Audrey has been one of Clara's few sources of joy since she moved in with her mother. The two girls were more like sisters than cousins.

"Sorry, ducky. You have my full attention." Clara said fondly.
"Can we go to the bakery before school? I want a parfait."
"Not today. We have to be at school early. As the Queens of Constance High School and Elementary, we must be on time. We can't leave our fellow students waiting." Plus, Clara needed to be there to overlook the welcome back assembly. Nothing at school would succeed without her seal of approval. The chauffer of the Chase family's limo was taking his time getting the girls to school. Clara would've urged him to hurry if Audrey didn't speak up.
"But I want a parfait! I don't care about being Queen."
"I'll make you a deal. We'll get parfaits after school and we'll go shop at the Lilly Pulitzer shop this weekend if you stop asking."

It was a sweet deal for the younger girl since they normally jet off to a fashion show on the weekends, plus they haven't been to Lilly in a while. Clara loved it since she needed a new outfit. Clara's cousin stewed over it in thought, but Clara knew she had her convinced.

"Deal."

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After walking Audrey to her classroom, Audrey went straight for her side of the school. Students were already arriving and it wasn't long before Clara had two girls on either side of her. Madison Ulthbrooks and Tessa Andrews are Clara's most important followers. Madison's father is wealthy oil baron with close ties to the Rockefeller family. Her mother is trainer for Olympic swimmers, highly sought out all over the country. She's well connected and intelligent, but knows better than to try to take Clara's place at the top of the academic circle. Tessa comes from a family of secrets. Her father is head of the CIA while her mother handles publicity for high level politicians. Tessa is Clara's eyes and ears for rumors going around in Constance. Both girls have been Clara's 'friends' since middle school after Clara proved herself to be the top predator. While she does know Madison plans to overthrow her, she knows Tessa wouldn't dare join her cause. Clara saved what little reputation Tessa had left after her boyfriend publically dumped her, so she's loyal to Clara. Their friendship may not be true, but Clara reminds the girls the perks of being on her good side.

Before going to the gymnasium to check on the assembly, Clara pulled out her phone to text her friends, well more real friends than her two followers. She debated on texting Willow, but decided it was for the best. She could play off their 'friendship' better with her two followers with her.

To: Penelope
Please tell me you'll be here soon! I need my bestie

To: Primrose
Hey hey! Are you on your way?

To: Willow
The girls and I are helping with assembly. Want to join in?

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Penelope sat at the dining table, one leg folded over the other. Her foot tapped in time to a hidden beat as she sipped her lemon tea. Behind her, Johnathon was searching through his schoolbag and Lizzie was practicing pirouettes in front of the TV. Her father was reading the morning newspaper. Her mother was organising the staff. In short, it was a perfectly normal morning in the Dietrichstein household.

She heard the paper crinkle and her father's still-accented voice. "Lizzie, darling, time to get your shoes on." Max folded his paper and placed it across his place at the table before he rose from his seat. Lizzie skipped over to the table and handed Penelope her shoes. "Do you want some help?"

Lizzie nodded and pulled a chair around to sit in front of Penelope. She propped her feet up on her big sister's lap. "Ah yes, because a little Countess never puts her own shoes on, does she? No, she gets her older, and wiser sister to do it for her." Penelope tied the second lace and patted Lizzie's feet. Lizzie slid from her seat and hugged Penelope.

"Thank you.

Penelope kissed her sister's cheek. "No problem. Have a good day at school sweetheart."

Lizzie skipped over to Max and took his hand. "Will you be alright dropping Johnathon off as well? he asked Penelope.

She nodded in response, having taken another sip of her tea. She checked her phone. There were already a few notifications. "We need to go now anyway. Johnathon?" she called her brother. She tied her coat at the waist and slid her bag onto her arm. She walked down to the foyer with her brother. High schoolers were lingering in the lobby, waiting for their drivers. They spotted Sam's car at the front of the building and a few cameras. Penelope rolled her eyes. Apparently, not even the first day of school was off limits. "Just ignore them, John, they won't hurt us."

Until recently, Johnathon had used a different entrance to avoid the camera. Knowing that it would be impossible to shelter him forever, Max had slowly been loosening the reigns he kept on Johnathon. Penelope put her arm around Johnathon and ushered him across the street to the car, where Samuel had the door open for them. She let him in first and slid in after him. Once they were safely in the car, away from the snapping cameras, Penelope checked her notifications. Her eyes scanned over the Gossip Girl blast. Her name wasn't in it. Not yet. But Clara's was, very prominently. "It might be a good year to keep out of trouble, John. Apparently, dearly beloved Gossip Girl is back."

To: Clara
Will be 5 max. Please don't do anything rash.


The car pulled up outside the school and Penelope and Johnathon climbed out. Penelope swept a bit of lint from the shoulder of his blazer. "Now, behave yourself. I'll meet you in the courtyard at lunchtime ok? If anything happens, call me, ok? And don't worry. You're gonna have a blast."

"You sound like mom."

"And that's no bad thing. Now go, before you're late."

Penelope saw him through the gates of St Jude's before she headed through the gates of Constance. Her low heels clicked on the hallway floor. She saw Madison's flame-red hair in the crowd. Madison was rarely more than two steps behind Clara. Penelope weaved through the crowd. She was taller than a lot of the girls in Constance, but that was no bad thing. It made it easier to find her friends. She placed a gentle hand on Clara's shoulder when she had caught up with the brunette. "Please tell me you've remembered to breathe since you read the blast."

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Using the student council's little helpers around, Clara almost wanted to beam with pride at how well the assembly was going to turn out. The President in charge was wrapped around Clara's finger so whatever she wanted from him, he gladly gave her. Her request to have the main speaker be the President of Yale college was easy enough to convince. Light hors d'oeuvres were being provided by Summers family. They have a child here, not that Clara knows who the child is. Everything was turning out perfect. Now, all she needs was her group. Clara wasn't going to bother Moriah about not showing up yet. Today was Moriah's last day with her whole family before they all jet off to take care of their business. Clara knew how rare it could be to get a whole family together. Moriah would show up soon, hopefully in time for the assembly and without her girlfriend. It seemed odd to Clara how two of her friends seemed to enjoy dating people she despised.

Her phone buzzed, and Clara was quick to check it. Primrose and Willow would be on their way. Now, she needed Dante, Penelope, and Sam. Penelope's absence was quickly solved when Clara felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Please tell me you've remembered to breathe since you read the blast."
"My breathing has been perfect. All of it put into managing this assembly. I'm glad to see you got here!"

Clara gave the girl a quick side hug before telling one of the freshman to move the lemon squares next to the cookies. Didn't she memorize the food table chart? Useless. Madison was sent to drinks for all the girls and finally returned. It was Madison's turn to go get coffee, but Clara knew the girl was displeased. Truthfully, it wasn't even her turn. Clara overheard a rumor being spread about her and some hookup she had with some older guy. The rumor was clearly false, not backed by any evidence. Clara didn't have any proof on who spread it, but Madison has always had a thing for gossip. Therefore, she was on coffee duty. It was one of the more menial tasks Clara gave to her followers.

"I got the coffee, Clara. One vanilla latte for Penelope and a vanilla bean Frappuccino with raspberry syrup for you."
"You took longer than normal. I hope some older guy wasn't distracting you." While Madison was skilled at a poker face, the faint blush on her neck told Clara everything she needed to know. Madison was not to be trusted. "Thank you. Now, go get my books. It's your turn to carry them today." The red haired girl didn't reply before leaving. Clara smiled mischievously at Penelope before taking a drink of her coffee. "By the way, have you heard from Dante or Sam? I haven't seen them yet."

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Sam heard his phone buzz from his dreamy daze. Rolling over in bed, he reached out for it. What the hell is that? Sam thought as he felt an object between him and his nightstand. He pried his eyes open to see one of the maids laying half naked in bed with him. Sam smiled to himself. Oh yeah... Sam carefully reached over the young woman and snagged his phone from its charger. 7:05. Sam sat up surveying the room around him. Things hadn't gotten too crazy the night before. He spotted a couple of half finished bottles of expensive liquor on the counter and a trail of clothes leading from the pool table to the bed. Sam shrugged, glancing at the maid while he decided whether or not to clean up the mess or leave it for her. He opted to start on it himself, but he would leave her clothes on the floor. Springing out of bed, Sam quickly placed all of his things. back in their places. Sam was one of those people who has no problems functioning early in the morning. Once his feet hit the floor, he is ready to go.

With one last survey of the room, Sam headed to the the bathroom for his shower. After about 10 minutes, he stepped out into his now steamed up bathroom, dried off, and pulled out one of his several shirts to go with his uniform. He didn't really bother with his hair, just shaking it around with his hand and letting it fall. He didn't have anyone to impress at school. They all worshipped him anyway. Sam threw on his signature scarf and headed back into the main room for a morning drink. Picking up his phone, he realized that what had initially woke him up was a notification from Gossip Girl. To his surprise, he wasn't mentioned. Not that he cared. Sam enjoyed the drama that the reborn mystery gossip line brought the teens of the Upper Eastside. He was a little bothered by what Gossip Girl had said about Clara though. Sam had already started to feel Clara breathing down his neck. He knew that in here eyes the two of them were supposed to date due to social statuses. This wouldn't help matters. It isn't like Sam doesn't like Clara. She's hot. They get along. He knows her and her family well. It would reflect well on him. It's just Sam doesn't know if he is in the mood to settle down, and he wouldn't want to hurt someone he actually cares about. Plus, there's always been this unsaid thing between her and Dante... speaking of Dante. Sam glanced back down at his phone to send his best friend a text, along with a couple others.

To: Dante the Dogg
I've got a saucy Latino in my bed if you want to stop by and make a pass. Either way, you better be at school on time.

To: Prim
You at school yet? I'm gonna try and get there at least a few minutes early to help in the auditorium. It's either that or hear about how lazy I am from Clara...

To: Driver
Pick me up a vanilla bean frap from Starbucks will ya? See you in 20. Don't be late.


Sam put back the last few sips of his drink in one gulp, took one more glance at his overnight guest, and head out the door. His driver was right on time. Sam reread the Gossip Girl post on the short drive to school, and he arrived at 8 on the dot. It took him about 5 minutes to walk to the gymnasium. On his way there he surveyed the new faces... especially the freshman girls. He came away generally unimpressed, although not every girl was a duckling. As he approached the doors of the gym, Sam could already hear Clara buzzing around the place way too fast for her own good. He smirked as he approached her from behind, catching the tail end of her question to Penelope. "By the way, have you heard from Dante or Sam? I haven't seen them yet."

Sam tapped Clara on the shoulder softly. "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear." He threw his best mischievous smile her way.

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Dante snickered to himself as he read the blast. Clearly the new Gossip Girl didn't know as much as they were letting on. No doubt there would be some new faces he could turn the charm on, and a few who had been very clear in their refusal. What Gossip Girl did have right was that Clara was definitely in his sights. What was going to happen there, Dante couldn't say. It was complex, in his own mind at least, and had great potential to become very messy. And being king meant knocking his best friend off his throne, and Dante wasn't about to do that.

Dante's attention was caught by the clicking of footsteps and he looked up from his phone to see the new maid attending to her duties. He looked her up and down. She was maybe a few years older than Dante, late twenties at the most unless she was aging exceptionally well. "Oh, I'm sorry Mr Lawson, I don't mean to disturb you."

And Eastern European. God his dad was such a cliche.

Dante smiled and waved away her apology. "I had to be up for school anyway. Don't worry about it." Dante finished the first of his many coffees of the day. "I don't think I caught your name."

"Milena, Mr Lawson."

"Milena," Dante echoed. "Hopefully you'll be sticking around a while." Dante shrugged his blazer on and picked up his school bag. "And it was a pleasure to finally meet you." His eyes were firmly glued to the back of her thighs as she cleaned down the kitchen counter. His phone buzzed, bringing him back to reality.

"Goodbye Mr Lawson."

Dante smiled to himself and began heading down to the lobby. The elevator doors binged close and Dante opened his messages.

To: Fastidioso (Primrose)
Alas, no. Hangovers are for the weak. Why? Do you have one?


To: Sam
As much as I would like to, I would be late for school if I did.

And my dad hired a new maid. I swear he's so cliche it's painful




The car pulled up outside the gate to St Jude's and Dante stepped out. There was a buzz about the place that there hadn't been for a while. At least Gossip Girl was going to make this semester interesting. Given the content of the blast, Dante decided to give Clara and her minions a wide berth.

To: Fastidioso
Save me a seat


Dante came into the shared hall and quickly ducked when he spotted Clara and her minions. He took a seat at the back of the hall. He dropped his bag on the seat next to him.

To: Fastidioso
Or I'll save you one. Back right.






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"My breathing has been perfect. All of it put into managing this assembly. I'm glad to see you got here!"


Penelope squeezed her friend for a brief moment before taking her usual place at Clara's side. "And risk missing the first day of school? Never."

Penelope took her coffee from Madison with a quiet thanks. Clearly, Madison was in the bad books with Clara again. Penelope sipped her coffee while Madison was scolded. She made a small 'oh' with her lips when the older guy was mentioned. That little chestnut then.

"By the way, have you heard from Dante or Sam? I haven't seen them yet."

"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear."

Penelope looked over her shoulder. Sam was smiling at Clara. "Behold my amazing summoning skills." she uttered over the rim of her coffee cup. She liked Sam, the problem was Penelope was pretty certain Clara had her sights on Sam. She wasn't sure if Clara held their friendship in high enough regard to not throw her under the bus to get Sam first. And Sam was a whole heap of trouble wrapped up with a very pretty bow. The media storm would be ridiculous and Penelope was going to keep that from her family's doorstep.

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Willow had arrived at the school gates a little past the time she'd promised Clara. God, I hope she's not gonna be pissy, Willow thinks as she pulls into Constance and St Judes shared car park. Spying a couple pressed up against the trunk of the guys car, Willow rolled her eyes at their passionate embrace, jumping out of her car and slamming the door shut behind her. She'd never been a fan of PDA, well, unless she was drunk then Willow couldn't give a flying fuck who saw her half-naked streaking down the street. Ah, good memories.

Waltzing into school, her stride full of confidence, Willow notes that everyone seems to be here bright and early. Spotting Dante Lawson, Willow's eyes widened as she heads for the front of the hall where Clara stood, she makes sure to take the route that goes by where he sits, dropping a snide "Oh Dios mΓ­o, I never thought I'd see the day Dante Lawson arrived at school on time." not stopping to hear his response as she continues on - sending Nurys and Tristan each a small smile as she heads past them too.

Finally reaching where Clara stood with her usual posse, Willow's smile fades to being somewhat less genuine as she greets them all. "Hey guys, ugh the traffic was awful this morning." Willow begins, immediately getting in there with her excuse in hopes that Clara wouldn't then bring up her lateness. Stiffening a little when her eyes meet Sam's, Willow's obvious distaste for the guy writes itself all over her face for a millisecond before she wipes it off and it's replaced with that same smile.

Averting her gaze from the tall guy that stood right in front of her, Willow turned to look at Penelope, a much more friendly face. "Penny, you're looking cute today," Willow beams, Penelope was perhaps the one person within this 'popular' group that Willow could stand for more than fifteen minutes; she was a genuinely sweet girl that Willow found she actually had quite a lot in common with.

Then taking in her surroundings, Willow can't help but be a little impressed by Clara's work. "The hall looks great too." She concedes, not one to keep a compliment to herself simply because she's not the Queen Bee's biggest fan. During this entire greeting, Willow almost entirely ignores Primrose. Now Clara was bitchy and mean but Primrose was almost worse in Willow's eyes, she acted to sweet and cute but ever since Willow arrived at the school, she'd only ever been cold to her. Probably because Willow was so close with her boyfriend, she was worried that Willow might have feelings for him. Good thing she really only saw Tristan as a good friend.

Fiddling in her schoolbag, Willow emerges with her phone, deciding to send out a quick text while Clara and the girls put the finishing touches on the snack table. The assembly should be starting soon.

To: Vin
Where are u? Ur gonna get into deep shit if u miss assembly


Stuffing the phone back straight after the text is sent so that none of the stuffy teachers currently patrolling the hall could take it off her, Willow looks back at the group waiting to see if Clara was going to get her to do anything or if she could go sit down finally.

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Clara smiled as she looked around the hall. The hall looked great, so much better than last year. How Clara manages to do better each year baffles even her at times. It would've been nice if a few more of group had helped, or just showed up. Some were blameless, others had excuses, but the ones who didn't bother to say anything annoyed her the most. Speaking of annoyance, Sam finally arrived. Lateness wasn't uncommon for the Queen's King, but the first day wasn't the time to be late.

"If I knew devil worship would get you here, I would've done it sooner... it would've been nice if you showed up."

His mischevious smile didn't work on her as much as he thought it did. Her look of disapproval faded into a sigh. 'Not much I can do about it now.' She'll be nice about it for their friendship. The resident Queen and King Bee have been friends for years, their mothers putting them together. Sam was her social equal in every way. Clara couldn't help thinking of the Gossip Girl post. Sam may not be hers in a romantic sense, but things could happen. Everyone thought they were both cute and scary together. The fact that they weren't kept stories going of how she's a terrible that nobody could stand to be near her. There is nothing wrong with waiting for someone special, but it would be nice cease the rumors.

Clara's eyes caught movement in the back of the hall. Dante Lawson, another one of Clara's more complicated relationships. The playboy looked good today, but he always dressed impressively. Clara always had a fondness for the playboy. He's charming, attractive, and shared her love of finer things. However, his reputation stopped Clara from acting on her fascination. She wasn't going to be another knotch in his bedpost. Still, he could've said hello instead of ignoring everyone.

More of her group began to arrive: Prim first then Willow. Primrose had to see her boyfriend. Clara wanted to gag thinking about it. Her friends had the habit of dating people she didn't like, but Clara wasn't in the position to meddle. Her friend was happy and she'd be cordial, somewhat. Next was Willow, the frenemy. She's fresh blood and still open for molding. Clara smiled.

"We better find our seats. We have bigger things to talk about after: Sam's back to school party. Just warning you," turning to look at Sam, "If strippers show up I'm not coming."

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"Oh you know, the typical not wearing a blazer crap. You'd think this school would take a hint, but nah." Seeing her face made the mornings better, especially today. Everyone was buzzing about some assembly, but it was just another powerplay by the Queen Bee. Tristan typically ditched these events, but he was already on a thin ice with the faculty. His step-father was the only reason he hasn't been expelled. 'Rich people and their power.'

Nurys little display didn't make Tristan's day any easier. The rivalry between the two musicians wasn't lost on him. Having a girlfriend who one of his friends didn't like wasn't easy. Tristan understands though. He wouldn't deny that Primrose has had it easier in life than some of his friends. Nurys had to work harder than Prim when it comes to their music careers. Although Tristan would never say this to Prim, but he does think it. "Relax, she's harmless." Well, Nurys is dangerous, but the flirting and overly affectionate attitude was just to piss off Primrose. The two both have their relationships and aren't planning to ruin it over some feud.

His grilfriend running off to see her friends wasn't completely uncommon. Did it bother Tristan? Yeah, but he can't say he's not used to it. Tristan chuckled thinking about it. How his past two relationships both were close with his enemies was laughable. Some say he loves the drama and he'd laugh along with it. His life is already a TV drama so might as well just go along with it."Go see your friends, it's fine. But no sitting next to Sam. I'll sit next to anybody else." As much as Tristan didn't like the Queen Bee, her king was even worse. Clara reluctantly accepted the relationship, but Sam has been meddling since the beginning. Being trapped next to Clara was more tolerable.

Tristan moved witht the crowd as everyone was making their way to the school hall. He let out a low whistle at the sight of it. Although it was the student council's task to plan and decorate the assembly, they just followed Clara's orders. She did a nice job, though Tristan wouldn't say that to her face. The catering looked amazing, Liam's family must have done it. Tristan recognized those sweets anywhere. Speaking of which, he hasn't arrived neither has Ivan. He'd have texted then, but Tristan could feel the staff's eyes on him. Maybe later...

Tristan noticed the school's resident playboy in the back. Dante was definitely in his good books. Tristan took a seat in front of Dante, turning around to face him. "Have any fun lately or hoping for that forbidden one?" Tristan couldn't help poking at Dante and Clara's... sexual tension. It's so funny. "Speaking of fun, am I still uninvited from the back to school bash?

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Sam smiled at Penelope's response. but his smile faded upon hearing the clawback from Clara, "If I knew devil worship would get you here, I would've done it sooner... it would've been nice if you showed up." She was always the only one who could get to him with piercing words. Not that he really thought she was serious. Her wit was one of the more attractive things about her. He gave a quick fake frown but immediately flipped it into a nervous smile. Scratching the back of his head, he responded. "Yeah, you know New York traffic can be a bitch... kind of like someone I know," Sam busted into laughter to make sure it was clear that he was joking. Not that Clara even seemed to notice. He followed her gaze all the way to Dante in the back of the assembly. Of course. Sam rolls his eyes. He'd be an idiot not to notice the rising tension between his best friend and Clara. He shook it off and made a mental note to catch up with Dante after the assembly, as he was certain he would get drug along to sit with Clara and the girls.

Almost on cue, Clara pronounced that the set up was done, ordering everyone to follow her to grab seats. Sam fell in line behind Prim as he heard Clara bring up his party. "If strippers show up I'm not coming." He shook his head in laughter. "No worries hun. You girls and too much alcohol will be entertainment enough I'm sure." He was glad Clara had brought the party up though. He had forgotten to remind his driver to pick up the drinks. He slid his phone out of his pocket as he sat down next to Prim, being sure to throw a spiteful look back towards Tristan before he returned his attention to his message.

To: Driver
Forgot to tell you to pick up some drinks. Buy 20 six packs of Smirnoff Ice for the girls. Get plenty of beer for the guys. Get some vodka and some whiskey... plenty of sprite and coke for people to mix with. And buy a new lock for the liquor cabinet. We don't want anyone getting into my expensive shit. Just leave it all in the penthouse, and tell the maid to clean up and make a bunch of finger foods. I'll see you after school.

To: Gossip Girl
You mind advertising my party? You know when and where. The more people the better. I'm sure you'll be there yourself...


Sam was a regular GG tipper as he liked the drama it brought into his world. He felt he had built a good deal of credit with, not that it ever stopped her from posting about him. Sam smiled to himself thinking about the night ahead. This was his third year having this party, and it had gotten crazier every year. Clara's comment referred to the previous year, when, in their drunken glee, Dante and Sam had called a couple of strippers to crash the party. Of course, all the guys stuck around, but most of his closer girl friends left. He honestly wanted a good time for everyone, and Sam knew well enough that a mixture of solid location, good games, and plenty of alcohol would provide that. Him and Dante had a few things up their sleeve to make it interesting. He turned his attention to Prim when he realized he had hardly acknowledged her yet, "So I assume lover boy is gonna let you come tonight... I guess he can be your plus one. Don't tell him I let him come without an argument though." Sam rolled his eyes. Prim knew that Sam and Tristan had mutual disdain for one another. Sam didn't see any reason to sugarcoat it. In his opinion, Prim deserved better. He knew there was a line on what he could say though, and he often approached it without crossing it. His goal was never to offend Prim.