Champagne Dreams, Chelsey

[Alyson Morauer]

and all your plastic people with plastic hearts
and smiles they had the worst intentions all
along.

Alyson had just gotten done with her first full day of classes. If she had applied herself, she was sure that it would have been exhausting, but since when had she done that? The answer to that would of course be never. She lounged on one of the couches in her common room, running her left hand through her long red locks. She let out a long and exasperated sigh, where was Chelsey anyways? Classes hadn't gotten out that long ago but usually her last class was with Chelsey, she was not used to waiting around for the girl.

The reason that they no longer shared a last period together was because of Alyson's sudden change in her schedule. After catching a glimpse at the new Muggle Studies professor, she knew that she simple had to take that class. He was beyond dreamy, he was like some sort of sex god in her eyes. And who better fit for a sex god than a sex goddess like herself? Of course, some may not envision her this way, but in her eyes, her opinion was the only one that truly mattered in the end. Chelsey would probably feel the same way or at least thats what she would tell Alyson. She hadn't informed her friend of the sudden change in her schedule, she wondered if Chelsey was upset with her. She didn't really care, she just wanted to make sure that she still had her partner in crime...which she was sure that she did.

She rolled over onto her back, honestly, where was that girl? She looked towards the entrance as she heard a few people enter the room. She scanned the crowd and noticed that none of them was Chelsey and scowled. How long was it going to take her to get from class? If she were to be honest with herself, which she never was, she would realize that classes had only gotten out about five minutes ago and Chelsey wasn't running late - Alyson only had the patience of a two year old in a candy store.

She sat up, looking around the common room, thinking about going out and finding her best friend but feeling too lazy to do so. She sunk back into the back of the couch, waiting, waiting, and waiting some more.

[Chelsey Fougnies]

Chelsey stormed out of the dungeon and into her familiar commonroom burrow. First day of classes were always the worst. They way they drawled on about courses and expectations and introductions and material. It drove her mad. Did they honestly think any of it mattered? Like she was actually going to make an effort in any of it? Of course not! What a waste of her time. More so than the rest of the year...

Chelsey huffed. What a long day... She sighed lightly and glanced around the room, eyeing each inhabitant as she sorted them out. Nobody important, nobody, nobody, nobody, SOMEBODY! Her brown eyes sparkled. Alyson Morauer, her dearest friend and idol. Chelsey glided away from the entrance as she shoved her other housemates out of the way. Her steps slowed as she neared Alyson's couch. Alyson looked a bit peeved, something anyone in their right mind would try and avoid. Still, Chelsey wasn't about to leave. It's not like she was mad at her, right? Right. She rounded the couch, pausing in front of Alyson as she looked down at her. Her eyes locking on her friend, she spoke. "Hey Alyson," she addressed her, "What happened? I didn't see you last hour," she questioned. It was strange. They always had the same sceduals and Chelsey was truly surprized. Of course, they had had the other classes of the day together, but not the last one. Chelsey was a bit worried. Alyson wasn't getting bored with her, was she? They'd been quite the pair for some time now. She surely hoped not. Chelsey turned and slid into the unoccupied seat beside Alyson on the couch. She folded her arms casually and crossed her leg over the other, waiting for her reply.

[Alyson Morauer]

Alyson finally saw Chelsey coming into the Common Room. It was about time. She gave her friend a brief smile, her eyes still showing that she was peeved. As Chelsey sat down on the couch Alyson spun around towards her, leaning her back on the armrest. She folded her arms across her chest, listening to her best friend. If there was anything that could have made her less annoyed at the moment, it was talking about Drew. She slid closer to her friend, leaning forward with excitement, her hands now on her legs. "Sorry Chels, I probably should have told you. But you know how good the new Muggle Studies professor looks, right?" she asked with a slight laugh, assuming her friend had paid him just as much attention at the first feast as she had. How could a normal and hormonal girl not look at someone as dreamy as him? She smirked, "Well, I joined Muggle Studies, I know, I know. Its a horrible class but Chels he is just so beautiful," she got a silly smile on her face as she leaned back, he was just too gorgeous. Of course Chelsey had seen her do this over dozens of other boys, she was one to get quite obsessed with the boys she thought were hot. And she usually got them to and Drew was not going to be any exception.

"But let me tell you, its the most boring class I've ever been in. I'm surrounded by stupid Gryffindors who think for some reason that they are worthy to even be in my presence," she added haughtily, grabbing the ends of her red hair and playing with it. "But its worth it. You know me, I've already marked my territory," she added with a sly grin, biting her bottom lip.

[Chelsey Fougnies]

Her eyes widened slightly. Well, Alyson certainly didn't seem to be too upset with her, and if she was she was obviously getting over it. According to her actions, she seemed to be in a perfectly fine mood, if not a bit...happy. Chelsey tilted her head slightly as Alyson first spoke to her. What on earth did a professor have to do with anything? She had asked where she...,oh. Oh! Chelsey giggled quietly. So that's where her friend had been. She turned and faced Alyson as she brought her own legs up on the couch, hugging them. The sight was very strange, indeed. Two nasty Slytherins, smiling stupidly and giggling about some boy, well rather, man. Either way, it was a bit weird. But, then again, when didn't they talk about boys? Chelsey nodded quickly, "Yeah, yeah, I know," she responded, waiting for her friend to finish what she was going to say. Knowing Alyson, she probably had already aquired whatever it was she was getting at. And it was clearly sounding like it was that professor... Chelsey giggled again, hugging her legs tighter. She definately knew how dreamy he was.
Eyes widening, Chelsey gaped at Alyson. Muggle Studies...she was seriously taking it? "Ugh," she spoke in disgust, "That's so horrible, Alyson. Even for Professor Oakshire," she paused briefly as she grinned stupidly to herself before regaining her composure, "With all those Gryffindor idiots...how do you do it?" she questioned rather seriously. Alyson was truly amazing, the way she comanded attention and even things like this. Taking a class like that...what a complete waste of life, muggles were. And a class dedicated to them was just as pathetic. Her friend was truly something extraordinary. Chelsey laughed briefly, "Mhm, he is,"

So she was right. The class was full of Gryffindors. But anyone could have guessed that. Those people were mental, actually thinking muggles were important. Of course they were the ones filling the class. But, perhaps they were all girls who were there for the same reason Alyson was. Of course, if that was the case it wasn't like they held anything to offer. Not against Alyson; there was no way. How beautiful the girl was. Not that Chelsey wanted her or anything, no way. If anything she probably hated it more than anyone else. How would anyone feel if they were compared to that everyday? It was completely unfair. But, she was her best friend after all and jealousy just came with the job. Chelsey shook her head in agreement, "Oh, I'm sure. What a waste of air Gryffindors are," she spat, responding to Alyson. Chelsey giggled lightly. She couldn't make it obvious. Aly always looked down on those as being unworthy. Her most recent comment sounded like a joke, but knowing her as well as she did she more than likely could've been flat out serious. "Of course it's worth it." she agreed. Though, she wasn't quite sure of her response, that it was true. Because she'd surely die if had to take that class. Chelsey smirked. 'Marking her territory'. That was Alyson for you. Chelsey questioned her, "No competition, right Aly?" she joked. Of course there wasn't. What on earth could a Gryffindor have to offer against that? or at all?

[Alyson Morauer]

Alyson was still slightly peeved that her friend had taken so long to get down to the Common Room after class but the more and more she thought about Drew the less that it seemed to be of any importance to the girl. She was glad to see that Chelsey was taking the news just how she thought her friend would, giggling and not minding that she had abandoned her in whatever class she had last period. It was moments like these where she was so giddy that she was somewhat disgusted of herself. But she was Alyson Morauer, she could do whatever she damn well pleased and no one had better think twice about her being giggly. She could turn on them in a heartbeat. Alyson looked down at her fingers, examining her nails. She had been doing that a lot lately, she'd just tried out a new charm on them and they looked flawless. She couldn't help but looking at them all the time. She tried to hold them out so her friend could see them, she wanted a compliment on them. They were done in a French manicure, her mother had helped her find the charm. Of course, her mother used it on herself as well. They were both extremely superficial girls after all. Alyson smirked at Chelsey's reaction to her being in Muggle Studies, it was expected after all. She had spent the last six years loathing the class but then had been when some ugly, foul witch had been teaching it. It wasn't like she was in it for the rich material, just for the good looking guy teaching it. And she would get him in the end, there wasn't a doubt in her mind about that. She batted her eyelashes, "Yeah, its pretty bad but he's just so dreamy. And we don't even have to call him Professor Oakshire, he told us that we could call him Drew," she replied in a light tone, smirking. Yes, she was certain that Drew would want her in the end, she never failed to get the guys she wanted. It would simply be unheard of after all. She sighed, there were an awful lot of Gryffindors. "Oh Chels, you wouldn't believe it. Every single one of them, well except for one, were Gryffindors. I could barely breathe in there. But since when have I ever let a stupid Gryffindor bring me down?" she replied haughtily, looking at her nails once more. She nodded dreamily, he was beautiful. She looked at her friend, "Even though he is all giddy about muggles, he's still got that rugged, bad-boy look to him. And he told us that we could stop by his office any time that we needed him," she told her, raising her left eyebrow in a suggestive manner.

She was surprised at the lengths she was going to in order to obtain the guy she wanted. Normally all she would have to do was snap her fingers. But those times had been with boys, students, not a man. She needed to go all out in order to get him in her grasp and she knew it. If it took surrounding herself with the scum of the earth, she'd take it. Besides, being around filth like that only made her realize just how much better she was than they were, a girl always need to have self-confidence and in a class of dweebs like that, she certainly had a lot of it. She smirked at her friend, "Well, they do have their usefulness. When I'm around them, I'm just reminded of how low they are compared to people like you and me. They're nothing compared to us," she responded, fidgeting with the ends of her hair once again. It was true, she and Chelsey were above all of them hands down. She knew her friend would probably enjoy the compliment as well. It was a rare thing for Alyson to compliment anyone other than herself. She grinned, she knew Chelsey would understand that it was worth it, "I knew you would understand. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," she told her in a determined voice. She groaned at Chelsey's next question. She didn't think that anyone else was interested in Drew the way that she was but there was definitely one girl in there whom she probably needed to worry about. The rest of them were worthless, completely worthless. So was this girl but she just had pretty looks. "Well, there is one girl. Logan Faggioni, she's a sixth year Gryffindor. Not saying that she has it all or anything but she is pretty, as much as I hate to say it. But I don't think she's bold enough to go after a Professor. Do you know her?" she asked, wondering if Chelsey would know who she was talking about. It would make the conversation a lot easier, then her friend could assure her that Logan couldn't get Drew over her.

[Chelsey Fougnies]

Chelsey stared blankly in the pause between their giggles and Alyson's next move. Noting Alyson's gaze at her nails, Chelsey knew what was coming next. She'd expect a comment from her. Compliment. It was the way things worked. Alyson would flaunt and Chelsey would admire. It was a routine, per say. She quickly reacted as Alyson pushed her hand in Chelsey's direction. Chelsey leaned over as to examine them closer. "Oh God, Alyson. They're so gorgeous," she gushed, nodding her head in agreement to her words as she smiled lightly up at her, "A diffinate favorite." It was true. Though, it may not have been Chelsey's top favorite. Alyson had many charms she'd used on her looks and quite a few for her nails. There had been a couple she'd used before and as lovely as this one had been, she'd preferred the one with the red color. But she'd be damned if she'd spoken her mind. For now, she'd have to find out what charm it was Alyson was using. She'd need to use it for herself and match the girl. She could always try something similar, but then again there were also times she could just right up and ask Alyson. And this could've been one of those times, she seemed to be in a very good mood, with all this talk about that professor. She'd have to talk about him more. Chelsey listened sympathetically. Of course it had to be bad. It must've been so boring. Well, maybe since Oakshire was there speaking in plain view, it wasn't so much. Still, it was the worst subject one could endure. Chelsey's eyes lit up very slightly. They could really call a teacher by first name? It was very strange, most of the teachers around there were all wound up too tight. Not to mention it'd be weird. And a bit creepy. But none the less was it a great perk in Alyson's case. Chelsey smirked, "Only for you, no doubt," she fawned. Her sympathetic look returned. Gryffindors. It figured it must've been horrible. Someone'd have to be mental not to think so. She nodded, "That's disgusting. But what other house is it?" she questioned. It could easily be Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Ravenclaws with all their damned needs to know everything. And Hufflepuffs with all their constant needs to care about useless things. Muggle Studies, for example, easily fit that discription. Chelsey chuckled, "Never, of course." She responded to the rhetorical question. Chelsey smiled, becoming giddy again. "That's such a weird combination. If that's the way he is, I wonder why he thinks muggles are interesting. Do you know what blood he is?" she tilted her head slightly, questioning her friend. It was possible he was a muggleborn, but she'd really hoped not. That'd only make matters worse. But she wondered, and what Alyson would think if he was. Chelsey giggled at Alyson's last comment, knowing full well of it's possible, subliminal circumstances. Chelsey paused, rethinking everything all over again. Muggle Studies... A thought occuring to her, she looked back at Alyson, about to question her. "How are you doing in class? I mean, not that it matters to be good. But do you really know anything about Muggle Studies? How do you answer questions?" In any other circumstance, Chelsey wouldn't dare question Alyson's knowledge. But in this, both girls knew full well of their ignorance in Muggles. Or atleast, that's what Chelsey thought.

Chelsey snickered. What a great what to look at it. Of course, Alyson had to be the most intrigueing thing in the room. Or any room, for that matter. At her thoughts, Chelsey glanced around the commonroom briefly, wondering if any eyes were on them at that moment as well. Turning her attention back to Alyson she listened to the rest of her statement. Chelsey was surprized and did her best the surpress her smile. It was not normal for Alyson to compliment her like that, or at all for that matter. Alyson never really gave anyone credit for anything but herself. Chelsey was now very surprized, in the response she'd received from her off-handed comment. Alyson didn't really think she had competition, did she? Chelsey furrowed her brows, listening to Alyson's response. 'Logan Faggioni'...yes. She was in Chelsey's year and in pretty much all of her classes. Sure she was a bit pretty, but enough for Alyson to actually comment on it? She hardly ever told Chelsey she was pretty, much less someone she most likely now hated. But, she supposed it's best to to say things like that when you're making sure to get them taken care of. Chelsey nodded, about to reply to Alyson. She put on a smug look, "Yeah, I know her. She's in my year and in my classes. She's really not that pretty," she encouraged, "Plus, she's a complete pin-head and finds muggles the most interesting thing in the world. She's a loud-mouth too and thinks everything is fun." Chelsey rolled her eyes, doing her best to bash the stupid girl. Of course, Chelsey also knew Logan was quite the flirt. But she sure as hell wasn't about to tell Alyson that, and if she found out she'd have to say she hadn't known. She wasn't about to be Alyson's barer of bad news. And besides, Logan wouldn't seriously go after a teacher...would she?