Post by camille on Aug 8, 2011 16:09:55 GMT -5
The French were always known for being fashion forward, and the dress that Camille had picked out for the ball was no exception. The top just barely hugged and covered the tops of her breasts and the diamond necklace that she wore hit perfectly at the top of her cleavage to show it off. Cleavage was a big no-no in normal school attire so Camille was taking full advantage of being able to show off her curves. The hem was much shorter then most girls would wear(but still school appropriate because she checked), and the ruffles that caused the dress to gather at the bottom made it look even worse. Paired with an exact shade three inch heels and her body looked like she was all legs, even if she was only five foot three.
After a triple check in the mirror, and fluffing up her hair to give it a little more volume she decided it was time to head out. Sometimes it was alright to be fashionably late to parties, but one like this, if you were late you weren't going to be noticed. The envious and shocked stares that Camille got as she walked calmly out of Slytherin and down the hall made the smirk on her face that much bigger. She wouldn't have a problem having her train stepped on by the boys that were too busy trying to feel her up. Having a long dress could be so inconvenient sometimes, and many girls would be learning that lesson when they hid behind the bushes with their dates. The shorter the dress, the easier to get up it, and easier to sneak away and hide if a teacher came about. She was guessing not many people thought that aspect through.
"Bonjour," Camille said to a group of younger years boys that were gathered around the door gaping. Without waiting for an answer she walked out into the gardens and grinned at all of the decorations and the people that had already begun to mingle and talk. She was dateless this year, like most other years, but that didn't mean she left alone...or went with out a few boys attention through the night. Her fourth year a fight had actually broken out between two boys over her. Simpletons.
Slipping around the dance floor she went straight to the refreshments to figure out if anyone had started spiking them yet. Plus that was a good place to scope out who was there and whom she would like to talk too. Grabbing a small goblet she sipped it looking around as a group of girls started comforting one that was crying. Already? That normally didn't happen until about an hour or so in when her date, which was apparently prince charming in most girls eyes, was found playing hide the sausage with another girl behind a suit of armor. "Why do girls invest so much of their lives in men," Camille asked to no one in particular as she watched.