B*tch Pills {Carmen}

[Dominique Keys]

Hogsmeade weekends were usually a good time to escape from people and be able to spend a little bit of chill out time completely alone. Most students stuck to the center of the village where the shops and such were, but Hogsmeade was a whole little village of its own, and extended far beyond just the main street. Usually, Dominique would disappear into those streets for a while where no one else would wander, then go back to the main street later in the day when most people had done their shopping and were either heading back to the school, or to one of the pubs for a sit down and a drink. 

Before Dominique had a chance to vanished into the back streets, her gaze caught upon the sign that pointed the way to the Shrieking Shack. It wasn't really to the Shack itself, but rather a lookout point where you could see it. Usually, it didn't bother her or take her notice at all, but to day was different. Why? Because it was only two nights ago that she'd heard the Shrieking, and it was still fresh in her mind. What went on up there? Was it as haunted as they say?

It didn't take long before Dominique found herself at the end of the beaten path and at the small area that overlooked the Shack. There was only a plain wooden bench and a fence barring the way, separating where she was and the stretch of overgrown grass that marked the no-mans-land. No one ever went there, or so she'd heard. 

The bench looked a bit of a mess, so instead, Dominique opted to lean against the railing, letting her mind drift through various possibilities of what could be happening in that little wooden shack.

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Honestly, could these people just shut - the - hell - up?!

Carmen looked over at the noise in the corner of the Three Broomsticks pub with as much hatred as she possibly could before turning back to the barkeeper and downing the last of her butterbeer. She slid a golden coin across the counter which he accepted as payments for her last few solitary drinks, and she was off. Peace and quiet, that's all she wanted, but the universe had other plans.

She made her way down the busy town of Hogsmeade, not paying attention to anything or anyone around her, a certain destination in mind. The outlook to the Shrieking Shack had always been a favourite of hers - so quiet, so solitary, almost desolate. There was usually nobody there to bother her, or be loud, or to ask questions or to -

"Aw, crap."

The universe really did have other plans if it was sending Dominique Keys her way. Did it want her to kill the b*tch and hide her body in the Shack to rot with all the ghosts? Probably not, but it was an option... Or she could just have fun with it. After all, she was hardly scared of her. "Ah, Dommy, did you remember to take your b*tch pills this morning?" she asked, her conversational tone of voice loud in the silence as she walked closer, grinning to herself. "Or has it become one of those diseases you just cannot get rid of? Sounds like you."

If you didn't know this already - Carmen Tovey loathed Dominique Keys. And that was never going to change.

[Dominique Keys]

"Ah, Dommy, did you remember to take your b*tch pills this morning? Or has it become one of those diseases you just cannot get rid of? Sounds like you."

Dominique felt her nerves bristle at the name, and in just a split second the voice registered too. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It looked like she'd lingered too long, and now she had to deal with the one person that she really, really disliked. Maybe even hated. Carmen was one of those wannabe girls with the blonde hair and the skinny waists- thought they were 'it' but they really weren't anything at all. This particular girl was just another face-in-the-crowd Ravenclaw with too much attitude. 

"Oh look, the kittens practicing her cat claws." Dominique spun to face her rival, looking her over with distaste. "You know that saying about dragging a cat through a bush backwards..?" The girl looked a right state, or so she made herself believe. Carmen Tovey was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just a big-headed, egoistical, nobody. And that was all she'd ever be.

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"Oh look, the kittens practicing her cat claws."

Carmen just rolled her eyes as she walked closer, her destination clearly not the Slytherin. Behind her was the Shrieking Shack, and nobody dared to go there as it was haunted by a screaming ghoul or something ethereal she didn't believe in, and Car saw it as a way to escape a literal cat fight with a b*tchy tart, which was Car's only perception of the girl. So far.

"You know that saying about dragging a cat through a bush backwards..?"

"I'd think you're an expert on that saying, Keys, as you practice it so often," she paused in front of her and smiled pleasantly. "And as much as I'd love to stay and chat, which I don't, I have better things to do. Which is a long list you don't have even a chance in hell to be on," and she walked on. Honestly, she'd gone there for peace and quiet, and even a haunted shack was preferable to the company of Dominique Keys.

[Dominique Keys]

"I'd think you're an expert on that saying, Keys, as you practice it so often,"

"It's called style and class, neither of which you'd know anything about." Dominique's mother had made sure that all of her children grew up dressing well, and it was something that she was in no hurry to forget. Dominique loved her clothes and always made sure to pick something fitting that showed her off, and topped it off with a pair of heels. It was rae to see Dominique allowing herself to look anything less than her best, even if she hated herself for caring so much sometimes. She had an image to uphold.

"And as much as I'd love to stay and chat, which I don't, I have better things to do. Which is a long list you don't have even a chance in hell to be on,"

Carmen started to walk on and Dominique smirked. "And yet here you are, starting up a 'conversation' with me." She turned her back on the other girl, her gaze back on the Shrieking Shack ahead of her. "You're wasting my time."

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"It's called style and class, neither of which you'd know anything about."

Carmen laughed out loudly, "I doubt you could even define 'style' and 'class'." God, the Ravenclaw really did hate the girl's guts. Honestly, what was he bloody problem. Nonetheless, Carmen walked on, making her way down the slight hill towards the shack.

"And yet here you are, starting up a 'conversation' with me. You're wasting my time."

She rolled her blue eyes. "I'm not having a conversation with you, I'm full-out insulting you. Not that I'd think you capable of differentiating what with having the IQ of a mountain troll." She paused. "No, actually, that is an insult to trolls everywhere. Now shut the hell up, Keys, as you can see, I'm leaving, so don't get your frilly knickers in a twist." Carmen really didn't want to hang around and made her way to the Shrieking Shack. But she just couldn't resist. Carmen looked back at the Slytherin and smiled to mock her.

"Enjoying the view?"

[Dominique Keys]

"I doubt you could even define 'style' and 'class'."

Dominique smirked. "I'd do a better job if it than you." She never left her room without making sure she looked her best, that that was hardly going to change now. Actually, Dominique was one of the most fashionable people there was around school, and Tovey was nothing by comparison.

She watched as the Ravenclaw walked on. Dominique was on the made look out spot that overlooked the Shrieking Shack - the tourist area, so to speak -but the path continued up, following the fence along. It reached a point where an old, battered gate was locked and falling apart, and what had once been a neat little walk way across the field, was not an overgrown mess of weed and grass. It was hardly going to be an easy trek for anyone to get there, even if they did get past the gate.

"I'm not having a conversation with you, I'm full-out insulting you. Not that I'd think you capable of differentiating what with having the IQ of a mountain troll. No, actually, that is an insult to trolls everywhere. Now shut the hell up, Keys, as you can see, I'm leaving, so don't get your frilly knickers in a twist."

Dominique smirked again, watching as Tovey continued to walk away. Her petty insults never failed to amuse. She always thought she sounded so uppity and smart, but it was like listening to a child thinking up an imaginary friend. "Nice to know you appreciate my knickers so much, Tovey." She shook her head and looked away, fed up with the company of this girl.

"Enjoying the view?"

"What? Watching you head back to where you belong? A dilapidated junk yard leading to a run-down shack? You're dressed very appropriated for the occasion." Another jibe at what the girl wore. Dominique didn't care. She hated her guts.

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"I'd do a better job if it than you." Oh, yada yada yada, honestly, did she just never shut her gob? If she wasn't parading around in those ridiculous heels of her, she was yapping insistently and it was enough to drive anyone mental. Carmen just rolled her eyes and continued down the winding little road towards the shack.

"Nice to know you appreciate my knickers so much, Tovey."

Oh, hell. "I could appreciate them more if you didn't parade them around for every person willing to open their legs," Carmen retorted, knowing full well about Dominique's reputation. She hardly kept her bed to herself.

"What? Watching you head back to where you belong? A dilapidated junk yard leading to a run-down shack? You're dressed very appropriated for the occasion."

"Just because you're scared, that doesn't mean you have to take it out on me, bitch," Carmen said, not looking around at the girl. She hated her guts. "As for me, I'm not, and it seems a right side better than having to stay in your company for another second." Just then, Carmen reached the gate, inspected it for a second and, planting her foot on one of the iron bars zigzagging across it, hoisted herself up easily and landed on her feet on the other side. With a turn, she mockingly saluted the Slytherin and turned on her way again.

[Dominique Keys]

"I could appreciate them more if you didn't parade them around for every person willing to open their legs,"

"You can only use that insult if it can't be returned, so you're out of luck there." Tovey wasn't innocent. Not by a long shot. Dominique was pretty sure that Tovey had a reputation to match her own, it was just a little less well known. Dominique wanted her reputation to be known as it was the only thing that was keeping her where she was.

"Just because you're scared, that doesn't mean you have to take it out on me, bitch. As for me, I'm not, and it seems a right side better than having to stay in your company for another second."

Scared? Dominique watched as Tovey continued towards the gate. "Oh, and what is it, exactly, that I'm supposed to be scared of?" She pushed off from where she'd been standing and followed in the direction Tovey had gone, watching as she leapt over the gate. She stood there with her arms crossed, eyebrow raised when Tovey sent her a mock salute. "And what exactly are you planning to do now? Knock on the front door and wait to be invited for tea?"

Dominique had to admit, she sort of wanted to be the one heading along that path to see what was inside that shack...