Beauty 'regime' - aptly named

Teeth gritted, Cassandra kept her face still throughout the pain. Yank, pluck, yank, wipe, tug-tug-tug and finally one last fierce yank and the resisting eyebrow hair came out. She hissed and ran a finger over her perfect eyebrows and reached down for the first small bottle. Some kind of blend with some odd ''acids'' and creams and Merlin only knew what else was soon slathered over her face, the cream turning a bright purple and fading to a pale lavender signalling the time was up.

Years of this had hardened her resistance to the stinging sensation, and she calmly wiped the residue before reaching for the next bottle, a small glass spray bottle. Deftly she sprayed the ends of her hair before flipping through each bunch of strands, dousing the roots in a scentless treatment that would maintain the lightening she had a couple of weeks ago when she went for her Christmas visit home. She pinned the heavy mass of golden hair on top of her hair with a bejeweled clip and went back to her face, attacking with a vengeance. After the defoliant came a sticky grainy cleanser, scented like oranges and lemon blossoms, which left her with the cleanest face in the castle. Drying her face with a soft towel, she examined herself. Now came an astringent toner, tightening her pores practically to nonexistence, followed by a very light moisturizing spray.

She stepped back from the mirror and unloosed her hair, admiring the glow, and fluffed it a bit. Initially she had been chilled, still damp from her shower, the cool castle corridors making her even colder, but that changed. The steam from the sinks, and her heavy bathrobe made her almost too warm now, but she wore only her underwear under it, and she resisted taking it off. Straight from the showers she came running on slippered feet, every morning at five am. Her unwavering routine employed discipline, commitment and hardcore dedication to her status, as well as raising her resistance to pain. Was it all worth it?

Hell yeah.

Why did everything happen to her? Seriously why?! Every bad thing happened to Danielle and she was seriously getting sick of it. The fist bad thing that ever happened in her life... being born. Yeah that's right, being born. If she had known what family she would have been born too, she would have preferred to die in her mother's stomach. She was always in the shadow of her brother, her perfect older Slytherin brother. Oh, how she hated him and his perfectness. He was always showing off and making everyone forget about her and she was sick of him.

She had thought that when she was to go to Hogwarts, she would be able to get away from him and shine in her House. But no, sadly that wasn't the case. No, she had been sorted into Slytherin along with her brother, and like usual her parents hadn't even cared about what House she was sorted into, like always they only cared about what her brother did. She despised Aster, she despised him so much. But she couldn't do anything to him, not yet at least. "Just wait, wait until we're out of here, and I'll make you regret ever being born." was the last thing she said to him before she had run off.

Afterwards she just ran, and ran and ran, until finally she couldn't run anymore. When she finally stopped she really had no idea where she was so she started to look around. Soon enough she found herself at the door to enter the Out of Order Girl's Bathroom. The bathroom where she had heard Moaning Myrtle resides. The young Slytherin had always wanted to see Myrtle, but she had never gotten the chance to sneak off and explore this bathroom. Maybe now she could do it without being interrupted. The girl stepped into the bathroom quickly, hearing the door creak open and shut as she entered. Huh, the place wasn't as creepy as the other girls had made it out to be. Wait, of course it wasn't, those girls were complete idiots, they couldn't tell scary from cuddly. Again, idiots.

The fifth year had thought she was alone until she heard a soft hiss come from the mirrors toward the back of the bathroom. She slowly inched closer, not knowing what to expect, whether it was a normal human girl, or the ghost girl she had heard so much about. Poking her head out at the corner just before the mirrors came into view, she saw it was only a normal girl, probably the same age as her and she sighed. The girl was somewhat relieved it was only this girl and not Myrtle. She quirked an eyebrow as she saw what the girl was doing and she leaned against the wall smirking. "Um... am I interrupting something here?" she asked in an almost mocking tone.

Jazmin gripped the bat tightly in her right hand, letting it drag as she raced down tricky staircases and relatively empty hallways.

Good, no one is around. No witnesses.

15 Minutes Earlier

While most students were still staggering out of bed, a frazzled, wild haired Jazmin hurled the remaining contents of her roommate's trunk across the room, shattering the girl's hideous pink lamp. The room she shared with Cassandra was almost completely unrecognizable, every inch covered in undergarments, books, clothing, various accessories and personal possessions. Some still in tact, while others seemed to meet the same fate as Casandra's lamp. Jazmin stood frozen for several moments, shocked by her own actions, but in no way regretful. She said it a million times. If she and Casandra were to share the same space, they were going to respect each others privacy above all else. It was a simple request and she fully expected the girl's cooperation. Unfortunately, that was before she actually got a chance to really know Casandra. If there was any indication at all that her new roommate was a self centered, lazy little princess with no concept of human decency, she would have done her damn best to have other arrangements made. She didn't mind sharing homework, it really wasn't a big deal. STEALING her work in the middle of the night like she was a big blind idiot and wouldn't notice, was a different story. Jazmin valued her privacy. Her things were HER things. Screw non-violence. Even Gandhi must have had to kick ass at least once.

Present

It didn't take much convincing to get the fourth year to lend her his beaters bat. One look at her hair and he was ready to surrender all his worldly possessions. She was on the second floor now, approaching the bathroom, wasting no time when she reached her destination. Her right foot sent the door slamming hard against the wall as she kicked it in. She marched up to the wench until she was about a foot away, and raised the bat up to her plastic, botox infested face.

"RETURN MY CRAP, OR DIE"

She was only vaguely aware of the other presence in the room.

Cassandra heard the self important sigh and ignored it. She hoped the person who owned it would go away, but it didn't seem likely. After all, they managed to find the one bathroom in the castle that didn't work, and was fairly abandoned, making it the most private place for Cassandra to complete her early morning ritual. So of course that meant this person was also looking for an alone place, or an alone person for her to harass, making it that more unlikely she'd just leave her in peace and let her continue.

"Um... am I interrupting something here?"

Cassandra heaved a sigh of her own, this one largely put upon, and continued the process without looking over. Now that the cleansing was finished (gosh isn't that a nice name for a horror movie? The Cleansing) and the foundation was drying, it was time to apply a light layer of eyeliner. She kept her gaze focused on her upper lid, otherwise she'd end up like her mother always warned, "You'll put your eye out" and kept an even light stroke.

"Only if you intend to stick your head in between me and the mirror" she answered back in an annoyed tone, not taking any shit from anyone this early in the morning. Sure she had to keep up her polite social face during class, but not with someone that busted in like they owned the place. Mulciber simply wasn't important enough for her to stop what she was doing, or pretend to be awed and scared.

Jazmin on the other hand, was another story.

Cassandra always knew Jazmin was a bit of a psycopath, they just usually avoided each other. If that didn't work, Cassandra always employed one of her "beauty is worth working for" speeches, and in a minute or two Jaz's eyes would glaze over and she'd run from the room. She didn't even pay enough attention to notice that the speech was pretty much the same one from their first year, just changed around a little. She held back a tiny smile, not even noticing the bat, only seeing the amazingly awful head of hair that Jazmin sported, which only reinforced the homicidal psychopath image. The bat merely completed the dreadful ensemble.

"Which crap are you talking about, Roberts? The crap you spread all over the floor of the closet, the crap encroaching my side of the room? The crap piled up under your bedsheets, on the bed you pretend is made? The crap dripping off the windowsill, and onto our walking space? I've told you a million times, keep your 'crap' as you call it, confined to your own space. Though...after seeing it, and seeing YOU now, I can certainly see why you call it that."

She capped her eyeliner with a satisfying snap and placed it in her make up bag. The gloss could wait, Jazmin was a freaking nutcase, and Mulciber didn't look prepared to handle her. The last thing she needed to do was waste her day giving statements about innocent bystanders.

The serenity of his sleep was shattered in an instant at the barbaric b**ch fest going on outside. The sudden noise startled him, causing a snort shutter to emit from his half-awake self. Needless to say, Cassandra wasn't the only one who implemented a daily beauty treatment. Each morning Leon would stalk away to the broken girls bathroom and get his shit done and get the hell out before the second occupant took her place. But this time was different. While waiting for the mask to dry he decided to sit down, and in one of the bathroom stalls he had fallen asleep up until now.

"......... MY MASK!" was the only thing he was able to think and rushed out of the stall in a frenze, the only clothing on seemed to be a crimson satin robe. He pushed himself between the two girls and began furiously swipining at the over-hardened mask whose cracks began to ache his face. OH MY DEAR FACE. he whimpered to himself, mumbling curses under his breath directed at noone but the stupidity of the matter. Once he removed all of it he looked up, examining his face in the mirror. Little red..... but it's nothing that cant be fixed.

It wasn't until after the panic had passed that he started to notice the girls in the room. He looked from Jazmin to Cassandra and tried to piece what was going on in his head. Girl..... plus bat..... plus robed girl.... angry faces...... ".............................. Catfight?" His eyes lit up. He then noticed the other girl, his housemate and his heart could have melted right there "shit....... THREE girls....... let me get my camera" excited, he began to walk toward the door ....what the hell are you DOINGGG, theyre ready to rip their shirts and chew their panties off moron..... :O He gawked, and stood his ground. Thats right..... Seeing it once would be enough to forever engrain it into his head and make it last for maaaany many nights . "Arright Im good. Lets go! You go ahead and tear that dirty sluts clothes off.. go on" he clapped, spouting words of encouragement.

Danny looked at the girl, her eyebrow still raised, and her smirk widening. "Now why would I do that?" she asked in a higher mocking tone than she had asked before. "Wouldn't want you to damage that pretty little face you are trying to keep." she smirked at the girl. She liked the fact that the girl didn't even bother to look at her when she spoke, showed some defiance of her family's name. Not that the name of her family was important to her either anyways, it was annoying to have to carry around with a name that needed to be protected in some way. Her brother was there for that... everyone looked up to him.

Just as another girl came barging into the bathroom, Danny almost burst out laughing not at how angry she appeared, although it was quite hilarious to her, but mostly at the fact that her hair was a mess. Had she not bothered with brushing it, or was she trying to scare boys away from her. Danny merely covered her mouth with her hand slightly to keep her laughs in. She watched at the two girls had some conversation about their dorm, or that's what it sounded like, and she raised her hand to the side of her face, placing her elbow on her other arm to balance them out. What boring conversation... Though it did seem like they were about ready to kill each other.

Now that was something she could enjoy.

She remained silent the entire time, mocking them, well at least one of them, for the child-ish behavior she was displaying, without actually verbally insulting her. Suddenly, a boy, another Slytherin, came out from one of the stalls seemingly worried about whatever was on his face. Some kind of mask? Danny had never really spoken to the boy, despite being in the same house and year. But the comments he began to make just plain annoyed her and she seemed plain ready to just kill him instead of one or both of the two girls that were also there. What was up with all the traffic in this bathroom anyways? Danny merely gave the boy an ice cold glare, that was usually what she gave anyone, especially when she was annoyed.

Though his last few words did manage to get to her, maybe it was just because she was annoyed at her brother, but it was enough to get her to draw her wand. "Why don't you get out of here, before you wind up dead?" she said in cold voice, pointing her wand at him. She wouldn't take any shit from an immature boy like him, even if he was in her House. She would take the consequences of her actions, though she doubted anyone would actually miss that moron.